No more blood, no more killings
Let me live, release my wings
I lost my mother, lost my son
I wish… I will be the last one!

I remember the days when I was in the jail
They tortured me brutally, banned my bail
My eyes are dry, my clothes are torn
I wish… I will be the last one!

They asked me to prove my identity
I said, this is my garden, I am it’s beauty
I will be buried there, where I was born
I wish… I will be the last one!

I envisaged, what will be the next
I missed my homeland, remembered my nest
I remember my clauses, what I sworn
I Wish… I will be the last one!

The handcuffed buds, their innocent smiles
The shadow of occupation affected miles and miles
Bodies can be tortured, our souls they can’t govern
I wish… I will be the last one!

I realized, I am in the beautiful jail
My sunken boat is on the sail
I can’t be back, I can’t return
I wish… I will be the last one!

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