Morning I rose,the sun had shone,
I was no boss,since I was born,
Children cried for loss,their tommy had not grown,
Restless as horse,I will return what is gone,
The sun so high,With it rays on my face,
A tear of why,why my case?
Children don't cry,In this life will race,
Our hope won't die,For now let us guess,
Our pocket will fill,With our hardwork will gain,
We will get to pay the bill,For now it's just pain,
Strong as hill,We shall wait for rain,
And hatred will kill,As our hope won't go vain,
Dalya.
