we are on the middle road

The broken dreams

They escaped from their homeland

They came where the opportunities were

They gave their best they became citizens

In the land of opportunities

They worked with sweat and tears

Building up a footing they called home

Living on the land they came

Generations down the road

Some prospered in their ventures

Some fell on the wayside of lost dreams

They didn't go back home afraid of losing faces

New flag emerged independence came

They worked hard for it living in harmony

The adopted land became their home

Where they settled down raised families

Everything was fine for decades

Until the bigots and extremists hit the gong

These minor groups forgot about history

They thought they are the only ones living

Here we are on the middle road

East or West knocking the heads

This is our home what else is new?

We will fight back on the land we were born