We are scattered among many lands

Seeking to find our common song

So we reach out hands to hands

Grasping at words that are so strong

They give the meaning to our past

From which some took flight and sailed away

To find new lands to raise our clans

Hoping to find a better day


We reach back across the seas

Bellowing the songs of yore

Calling back those lost families

To the sands of your distant shore

The past will become the present united

And then the scattered will be no more

DKB  11/20/2008