Growing Up with My Land  

Growing Up with My Land
Hand in hand, in My Land
I do but stand, on half the sand
My footsteps are invisible
Lost for me My Place of Birth
How can I celebrate in mirth?
What words can express
The joy of the aching heart
Real Freedom and True Friends
Do never Part-



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