The flag of the nation flys high
The smell of salt in the air and the fish in the market
I can tell that theres still uncertanity every where
I remember my friend who used to cry
He cries for the poeple and he cries in confusion
He is nto the only one
The people of Maldives are in vain, and longing
The fight amongst a group of politicians
Has no place in the calm of Maldives
The harmoney is broken and tears spill
Divisions form amongst families and ruins
Tired of nothing and everythin that is happening
Tired of arrests and seeing blue
But there is a shing light at the end
A light that is going to out shine eveyrhting else
The light of love...
Imran Loves Nas
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