Destined for distant soils borrowed
My heart has no peace, simply hollow
I turned back for a final glance from my place on the sea
And there it was, the land I loved, forever now estranged from me

This place I once commanded, with my strength, single-handed
Now left to those who besieged
Still bedeviled, riled the rebel not quite put to rest in me

And as I continue, my view slowly dwindles
My lips shaping words--fleeting pleas
I'll wander the morrows, my soul full of sorrow
For my land, my everlasting sovereignty

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