Here I have been. There I have seen. A heavenly land is there. A land to which I am heir. But to stay here I have been doomed, Although for there I have been groomed. It lies there, waiting for its rightful dynasty. To me it is my rightful destiny. For many generations past And eons that have passed, It belonged to just one family; Nothing less than a dynasty. From father and mother, To grandfather and grandmother. A gracious green they owned, A land which nature constantly roamed. Above it was always its blue sky. A beautiful lake, in the middle, does lie. In the open rabbits will hop; Mesmerizing is each hilltop. The land by God is blessed. Forever to simply last. But how can I get to my destined land? A place which I should hold in the palm of my hand. The answer to that I do not yet know But to let others take it is a no. Justice, they say is always served. That heaven for me should be reserved. Rest assured there I shall arrive; Legends of the past I shall revive. To retake what is mine rightfully. After all it is my destiny.