A day spent in the warm embrace, my brothers, sisters and me,
I see you, you see me; locked in embrace like we were meant to be,
Moments I did spend broken, for my once removed brothers and sisters in Timor Leste,
Peace to my brothers and my sisters, for were all once,
Separated by the sickness that lives atop the hierarchical tree,
Hell bent on control, exploitation and division of my brothers, sisters and me.