Echos of Our Past
Honoring Ancestors, Their Sacrifices, and Our Love for the Motherland
Through misty memories, I hear their call,
Voices of ancestors who braved it all.
With hands rough and hearts ablaze,
They carved our paths through endless haze.
Their dreams took shape in whispered plans,
In fields they tilled with weathered hands.
Through hardship’s storm and sacrifice,
They paid, in sweat, the dearest price.
The battles waged, the freedoms won,
Their courage rose like morning’s sun.
They bled, they hoped, they dreamed anew,
For a land where skies forever blue.
And as we tread where they once stood,
We vow to guard their hard-earned good.
For in this soil, their love remains,
In rivers, valleys, hills, and plains.
O Motherland, with endless grace,
Our hearts to you, our love embrace.
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