not until I’ve run out of air
not until I’ve run out of blood
not until my bones disintegrate
not until my flesh dissolves
not until my eyes go blind
not until my words go mute
not until my ears become deaf
not until I’m unable to feel
not until our dreams become reality
not until I know what it’s like to be free
n…ot until our hearts fail to beat
will there be a defeat
of our race.
Let em run we’ll know where they’re hidin
Can’t accept the truth and cant be sane without lying
They can never win, but they can go ahead n keep trying
unjust victory is only bound to leave em crying.
We don’t know how to give up
so we’ve never gave in to the lives we’re losin
We’ve only got one place to call home
so it’s not in in their right to be choosin
It’s not that confusin, dunno why they’re refusin
to give back our land cuz it aint like we’re leavin
They drink our blood but it’s our land that we’re winnin
right back in our hands from tree tops to the sand
and maybe then,
I may run out of blood
I may be bones bruised and broken
I may be blind to the sun
I may be unable to smell fresh flowers
I may be unable to speak
Maybe then, I’ll run out of breath
just lay me to rest
And I too will become a part of this soil we call Eelam
but till then,
there’ll be no Peace in Sri Lanka, without Thamil Eelam’s Freedom
by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan
