Tibet

Standing midst a fiery storm
Of conflict everywhere,
There are a people Heaven sent,
Who live and breathe the air.

And sifting through the sands of time,
Awaiting peace restored,
Are echoes of another place
Where truth was held with sword,

And cleaved between the black and white,
The essence of a man
Who leads his people from afar,
And stands for the Holy land.

Take to mountain tops so high,
And be with each below,
And know your chosen path is laid
With golden rays of love bestowed.