And the song I used to sing
Went something like this
Be strong Bosnia do not give up
I know your wounds are hurting
My Bosnia my homeland
I love you
And though this song
The first of many
I sang as a child
I remember, I remember
I remember the time,
The thundering rain,
And my mother’s secret pain
The time so different to now
Another world, another person
Not me,
And yet I remember
Though our pain still remains,
We live and we breathe
Together living through time
In this country, this city,
this house
Still wanting to remember
A time, different to now
That used to be everything
And more,
It used to be my home,
Then it was war,
Then the sea that consumed me
It was the time
I was the child of war
One of so many
Living on to remember
To become, someone
Of many desolate memories
And if you want to know this
country
And its story,
Look for it in the eyes
Of its sons and daughters,
Of the stranger wandering
Through the city, aimlessly
Not knowing his identity
If you see what pulls him
To the heart and core of
sorrow
You will know,
That from this city, this time,
this place
Most could only stay, and
watch the others go
