Born in the Back Benches of a classroom

Born in the Back Benches of a classroom Motherland I dreamt of a love larger than words Deep in the eyes of a mother watching her sleeping child Each time the child awakes to new worlds And finds a thousand birds in the sky Crying out her name Searching for the face He lies at the feet of stony hills Suffocated by visions of a fading glory “How many more children are left to kill?” Feels lost in the pages of an untold story Castles and kingdoms crumble into the sand Wonder what went wrong with an idea so grand? Barren deserts untouched by the human hand Inherited by children of this ancient land Drained of all hope and sapped of all energy Priests and politicians of the shadows meet Finding a problem to suit their remedy A search begins with a thousand men across the seas Crying out her name Searching for the face Of my Mother.