Countless Deaths

Free to feel and easy to live O, god in your land and believe That you are only one and alone Let our mistakes and past be bye gone We would love to suffer Prayers and peace may always offer Take us to safety and grant peace Small land if you can give us please It was with us and belonged Our forefathers struggled and longed Some documents faked and forged We are driven away and refused Can it be not the same again? At what cost may be the gain? Our children bath with blood Shortage of everything even with food We ask only freedom That has been denied seldom What can be way out with wisdom? How many more graveyards may come up as doms? "Here lay our future generation" They never knew what can be sacred relationship They suffered onslaught and lay dead We may look at them and read Holy wars are fought on countless deaths There may be left no space for laying wreath Yet that has to be attained with supreme sacrifice Land may ask fulfillment of promise Grant us O. lord your blessings and mercy We can only pray you almighty You are sole observer of the play Show us the reasonable and honorable way We may owe and remain indebted Even though our course now is ill fated Our sacrifice can't be equated As it is blood soaked and down rated