The martyrs of my country whisper the voices of a free land,
Their blood and courage are embellished on the very place I stand.
The seed of bravery was sown into the martyrs’ hearts at the crack of dawn,
For they toiled endlessly to save their country from foreign hands, from night to morn,
Their footsteps echo almost tangibly in the soil of our nation that holds their dreams,
A silent goodbye, carried in the breeze, and in the waters of gentle streams,
Their swords of truth gleamed brilliantly in the night,
Their ships of sacrifice guiding us steadily to the path of light.
The martyrs came, they conquered, then they fought and died,
But in their hearts, there was a burst of pride,
For their nation, they proudly offered their precious lives,
Leaving to weep and lament for them their husbands and wives,
They offered a sacrifice so our nation’s tomorrow could rise with dignity and grace,
And so their sacrifice lives on, forever, in the spirit of this place.
The martyrs of my country whisper secrets of bravery and voices of a free land,
Their sacrifice, blood and bravery are engraved deep right where I stand.
In their souls, there was a great treasure,
Not of rubies or opals, but oh, of martyrdom, of bravery beyond measure,
You might ask, is this treasure present in you or me?
Is it for a certain price, or maybe, just maybe, it’s just free?
Bravery is a key within a box that unlocks the door to success,
All you have to do is unlock it and it will make sure you never digress…
