My Land
Idris Aman
November 29, 1999

In the seashells of Massawa, it is your soothing music I hear
In the boulders of Nakfa, it is your indomitability I feel
In the battlefields of Badme, it is your sacrifice I witness
In those of Tsorona, it is your heroism I testify to
In the beaches of Assab, it is your envied waves I ride
In the battles of the past, it is your confidence I justify
In those to come, it is your victory I guarantee

On your border, graves throughout
On this side bravery
On the other treachery

In your heroes on wheels, I see the bitter past
In your heroes above, I see the legacy
In your children smiling to school, I dream your dream
In your people, I have infinite pride
In your fighters, I have unshakeable faith
In your leaders, I have unquestionable confidence

In your God, I trust

In your future, I believe
By your past, I am humbled
By your potential, I am in awe
For your curse without, I am sad
For your blessing within, I am grateful
To the sorrow to come, I am resigned
To the prosperity to follow, I am dedicated

In my heart is your beat
In my blood is your identity
In my work is your promise
In my youth is your fountain
In my soul is your spirit
In my eyes is your color

To you, I owe everything
To me, you owe nothing
With you, I am complete
Without me, you are still whole
When I live, you are in me
When I die, I will be in you