23 October 2012
The misty hills, Wander by. The foggy clouds, Drift low in the sky.
The empty fields, Whizz on past, It's a long journey, To the city, Belfast.
The Autumn hit trees, Watch as we go. Past mountains and rivers, Of the misty unknown.
I once knew the land, Yet, now it is different. The fog hiding the features, That the scots still defend.
This beautiful country, That artists and writers adore. Is my homeland of Scotland! Is where the happy and free soar!
Freedom • Opuss № I