Armenia, my land

Time of a new, time of an old

Stories and fables, history we've been told.

Our past, origin, rich and grand,

Our music, writing, passion and land.

Armenia, my pride, my life, my way. . .

How dare they ever would take it away.

For they may try to erase the past,

But only our pride and life will last.

Try as they might, try as they will,

But our work and efforts may never be killed.

Destroy our churches, burn our land,

But we are Ararat, and we will stand.

For those who were alone, martyred and forgotten,

I listened to every tale of their foe’s misbegotten.

But look, here I stand, and even more We Stand,

Unified, together, in an unbreakable band.

To forget is even as bad as they,

Who try to hide the truth at bay.

So hold the truth so forever may be,

Armenia, my land, my home and free.

Isabella Mia - Copy March 2024, All rights reserved