Kosova

Newly strung, a line to be
All at once rescued so free,
And now to build a second land,
Where one can live and understand.

The youth will know your sacrifice,
And how you came to be
Drifted apart it seems, at odds
With the stream of life, at sea.

The end will justify the means,
And all will be renewed,
The truth of that you hold aflame
Will be, on high, thus viewed.

And in the morn when shadows lurk,
Amidst the fiery sun,
A figure will thus shed the light,
And give of love and fun.