You had taken my country
Fought me, killed me, exterminated by your hand
I have lost all my being
Empty, derided, forsaken in what was my lane
And I can never return
Until there's contrition
And we can not read my history
I still long for my country
I still remember the spirit that lives in my lane
But I can only forget when there is contrition
And we at last face my history
And so I will only forget when there is contrition
And I can face, tell my history
