My Land
Hope is but a memory hidden in my mind,
My soul lives in lands beyond, which I cannot reach nor find,
Hidden from my sight is this land of mine
Where memories soar like eagles high in empty skies
Laughter rolls through valleys like thunder in the dawn
Beauty runs like rivers towards the curving shores.
My land has mountains soaring to the sky
Grass as green as emeralds catching all the light.
My land has lakes like pools of angel's tears
Frigid nights and frost in the dawn.
My land is of valleys between the mountain range
Of twisting roads threading through like veins.
My Land has weathered through the times
The youngest of the countries
This land is mine.
