Take the gold and take the pride,Let the empires rise and fall,But leave the one who stayed beside,Whose love is woven through it all.
O World, be gentle with her years,Keep the sorrow from her eyes;Don't trade her laughter for your tears,Underneath these changing skies. Context & Inspiration Gel Anama Deyme Dunya 2017
Don’t bring the winter to her door,Or cast a shadow where she stands;She is the peace we’re looking for,The softest light in all these lands. Take the gold and take the pride,Let the
The world is a restless tide,Turning stones and shifting sands,But let it pause its heavy strideAnd spare the warmth of her hands. Let the empires rise and fall