1959 they took our mother away Ever since then we are dying day by day The huge collapse seems doesn't bother anyone even the blood that runs from the merciless gun
Reds stole away the mother we had And we are still fighting for that She used to shine so bright But now she has barely any light
We remember the catastrophic day of 1959 and I wonder why the world thinks we are still fine Our mother says "It shatters my heart to see my children Children that have lost their lives Children that have been killed by knives"
Our Mother is waiting for us Waiting for the sun to burst We have to try and try Cause we cannot let her die
She have to live on and on with this pain But I wish I could put her up in the frame She can be healed If only the world could feel
People asks me "WHO IS YOUR MOTHER?" I hold my head high and say "My mother is treasured with love My mother lives high above My mother lives where the mountains glows My mother lives where the rivers flows
I am a child of the beautiful mother well known I am a child of the beautiful mother that have been torned And Promise me you will never forget I am a child of the beautiful mother named TIBET"
Our mother will shows us the way Till then my brothers and sisters do not give up anyway The light of hope will come and glow We will smile and say "BHOE GYALO,BHOE GYALO"
I wrote this poem about our country TIBET (I hope you have heard about it) Pardon my Grammatical mistakes