Fighting for our Future

Hold on, hold on, just hold on a little bit more. 

I know it's intolerable and  

I know I can only imagine the reasons behind your tears 

but please, I beg of you, no more.

Like the birds that fly during the changes of the season, 

I may not know who you are but we fly for the same reason. 

Hold on, hold on, just a little bit more.

My thoughts are never too far away from you, 

I have a special place in my heart for the land I long to return to. 

Give me time and we can rise together 

and finally live in peace with our indignant invaders.

They, who choose to ignore our cries 

And instead watch us burn and spread more lies. 

Please, you are my people 

And no matter how far I am, I will always love you. 

Hold on, hold on, just a little bit more.

I cannot sleep because I feel utterly helpless 

And yet tonight, 

another young child of Tibet will choose eternal rest. 

I have come all the way here to study the language of your oppressors 

So that I may one day convince them to change their ways of tyranny.

There are many of us who have not forgotten you 

And as we get older  

we know we are getting closer. 

Please do not be angered by our progress 

Our will cannot be broken, And we will never digress. 

Hold on....

It's too late, 

I read the news and I fall back into this same bitter state. 

Angry at myself, at him, her, this, that, and even you! 

Why can't you just wait(?)  

and believe in me, in us, 

Instead now your ashes float up to the skies, 

And make gray what was once blue. 

You are a hero and no matter what they may say 

This is what is in our thoughts as we prostrate and pray.

You are a protector of peace and a champion of courage. 

Choosing to burn the object of oppression, 

Instead of setting aflame the apparatus of repression. 

And to make clearer of your souls intention, 

In your last moments, you wished for the return of the teacher of compassion. 

Not even the strength of the flames could shackle away your final message.

Please, hold on, hold on a little bit longer 

Let us share the moment we have dreamed for together. 

But You are Right!  

How can I know your pain from such thick lenses? 

I am trying to make sense of it all but in the end all I can do is listen. 

Please...Listen to me as I am listening to you, 

I too am a child of Tibet, so please... 

Please, hold on, hold on, and survive a little bit longer.