Who Are We?

Here I’m walking through this field, thinking
Looking around, here and there, what am I seeing?
Dusk is near, sky’s turning red in this evening
Reminds me the blood that spilt for the winning

In every stridden step on this field
towards the death, how much courage they’d wield
Oh! in each and every man who was killed
A safe world for you and for me was sealed

How much pain had they held within
there selves, when a bullet would pierce in
to the flesh, and by the wounds from battling
When they’d see in front of them, their mates falling

This air is made out of their last breaths
Here I breathe free ‘cause of their deaths
See they’d given up their greatest wealth
We just cannot live as it is stealth

This is a ground which turned out to their grave
Land was soaked by the blood of those who were brave
Answered for what their Motherlands would crave
And what they did, forever will be engraved

Not only for their children, parents and wives
But for all of us they laid down their own lives
When I come by, look around here every time
My soul cries, me really wish they were still alive

Who are we… who are we… who are we…
We are born by their blood, are not we…  
Who are we… who are we… who are we…
We’re here ‘cause of that spilt blood, aren’t we?