Bound by the dark walls,
years have passed.
Haven't seen the outside
for a long time.
I hear they don't fight anymore,
guns don't take life anymore,
bombs don't collide.
Is it true mother? How are you now?
Freedom, what is it like?
Prisoner of war,
waiting to be freed,
maybe, the time will come.
Motherland,
Is it the end of an endless wait?
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