Long lost

Deep within time, are traces of excellence buried beneath imagination, To hold the emblem of our miseries, we keep abode a silence of perfection. Long lost! Nurtured in alms will, shall we wake up to amusement, for valor retain, clinging us to dream. When thunderstorms reflect our sorrows and hide our piercing might, far is near and near is far. To lose hope searching for peace, is a secret kept deep. Long lost! Our hearts sail on winds, our minds trembling for greatness, our bodies race with pace. Behind the view of victory, is a mirror of unity- the birthplace last lost souls. Embodied by sadness, we think a new and chatted aloud. Long lost! Long lost, is the filth of slavery, the mud of hate; the headlights of anguish.