The Color of Democracy
Almost twenty years have passed
Yet the color remains unchanged
Like the sunrise from the East
We still hope that yellow will bring us peace
Bended knees and rosaries
Flowers and people's tears
People's revolt on the streets
In one voice begs and pleads
Our nation's yellow leader bade goodbye
Many were saddened and they cried
They never expected that the leader's son will soon arise
Bringing a new wave of democracy to life
