Match Stick I place before you this match stick
It promises us a flame yet unseen
The promise is there always ready
When we come together in common purpose
This flame is lit
It belongs not to the East or the West
The flame is like the sun
Guiding us to the light after the night.
The trees on our land represent the promise
The mixture of land, light and water and hope
The flame is there waiting
Together we can ignite this flame
This little stick makes me smile
Sometimes my smile is moistened with tears
Yet I smile at the world
The world smiles at me.
The smile comes from neither the East nor the West
One day I want to live.
A life without fear as nothing
Ever dies in our hopes
We keep hoping.
In the matchstick is the hope
Of eternal light of our maker