A Place to Call Home

A PLACE TO CALL HOME
by nang mwe ngen

i've never seen the moon smile at me the way it does in shanland.
and i've never seen the sun burn so magenta through the palms.
i've never seen the bonganvallas overflow the way they do in burma.
and i've never seen the people so hungry for their nation as the shan.
do you notice the beauty that's surrounds you?
do you live in a country that is free?
the same moon and the same sun shines on people everyone.
but some of them are fighting desperately.
for a place to call home.
it's called the land of smiles but if you look deep in their eyes.
you'll see a secret of war-torn lives and the lies they hide to survive.
and it's a land of many flowers they are fading in the hour by the brasouls.
while the burning fields of poppy kill the families means to stay alive.
do you notice the beauty that's surrounds you?
do you live in a country that is free?
the same moon and the same sun shines on people everyone.
but some of them are fighting desperately.
for a place to call home.
for a place to call home.
it was promised long ago to roam freely in the land
that bears their name,home....
it was bought with blood,a thousand-fold where finally that shan could stake their claim in a place to call home.
have you ever seen a child who could read and write,but not in his own language?
have you ever seen a holiday where you're not allowed to wave your flag?
and have you ever seen a border knowing that on one side lies your freedom?
and on the other side of slavery,that is what is right for me your home.
do you notice the beauty that's surrounds you?
do you live in a country that is free?
the same moon and the same sun shines on people everyone.
but some of them are fighting desperately.
some of them are fighting desperately.
for a place to call home.
it was promised long ago to roam freely in land that bears their name, home ...