When I glance away,
My soul stares anyway.
As I gain control,
My mind is yet to be found.
As I enter this world, this land,
I must exist in this empire, that democracy.
My heart is gong to beat with it's own rhythm,
No matter what the cold world tries to do.
When I turn away,
I find myself echoing that sight through my mind.
Yet it's not terrible.
Yet so am I,
And so is this land.