From here to there
I glance.
What has become of this land?
Its plains were once plentiful,
Its trees were once abundant,
The skies were once blue.
What has become of this land?
It is dark and dull,
The leaves on the trees
Are hanging limply,
Its feilds are wasting away.
What has become of this land?
The land we well know,
As the only land of peace
Is betrayed by its own nature.
What has become of this land?
This land so precious to our people,
Represents our peace,
Our love,
Our willingness to fight for each other,
And it stands,
In ruins...
What has become of this land?
