People gone are they
Yet still stay I
Illuminating them in my salitued
My friends. My family . My country........My people DEAD.
They remain
The knots of my home are submerged
by the tears and blood of my people
My beloved people
Yet still I remain
Like when mi Amor was here
And my people loved and lived in the bounty of life
When the vallies, hills and mountains
Of my country were scorched down by the burning sun
So did my people
Every one burn
Turned to ash
Yet I walked unscathed
No cut or burns
They withered away
And still I remain