In these days of confused situations. In this night of a restless
remorse. When the heart and the soul of a nation Hmoob lay wounded and
cold as a corpse from the grave of innocent ( Nraug OO) Adam comes a
Song bringing joy to the sad. Your cry has been heard and the ransom
has been paid up in full be your pleasure.

You have heard it repeatedly and repeatedly, but this time the cells
are turning and outside there are faces of friends. and though your
body is weary from wasting and your eyes show the sorrow they've had.
The love that your heart is now tasting has opened the gates are your
happy.

So be like lights on the rim of water giving hope in a storm sea of
night be refuge admits the slaughter of these fugitives in their
flight for you are timeless and part of a puzzle you are winsome and
young as lad and there is no disease or no struggle that can pull you
from God, be ye glad.