The sweet home
It will be a lonely way
As we read the tales flow
It makes us want to leave
The land of our birth
We still hear the sad tale
We aren't the recognized ones
The FCP will try to muscle in
The FCP forget they too are
They aren't the original ones
They too came from another land
Calling home this nation we all share
The sweet home
The glory days and nights
Slowly the bad will creep in
Leaving us with a bitter taste
Even our freedom of expression
The subtle way to clamp it down
Though guaranteed in the Constitution
Yet the bad forget about it
The sweet home
Like the flower petals
Together we glow
Division we will fall
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