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The once nurtured music Is now never the classic, Cherished by our ancestors Though without our attempts or endeavors. They tried to echo, Between our souls they grow. Hiding behind the shadow, Until they became willow. People followed trends, And the culture started to end. And they disregard our work and mastery, Only for them to listen to mockery and blasphemy. To make a living worth tomorrow, We must bring back our ways, not borrow. The taste of music is within your tongue, But give some space for our culture, at least just one. A beam of light flashed in front, For them to realize the things they have done. Be the light of the darkness, To save the tradition in the shadow of sadness. Focus on the flow, Where we can hear our work bestowed In our time of its demise, We should be taking care of the songs wise Amidst the chaos we glow, Through the right We perform bright For everyone to follow. Songs once called, Must hear our voices, From our foreign noises, That history can recall. The language we buried, The soul we kept Deserves to strive From the day of their death In a time where our work is hurried, In when our spirit is dead. To give another chance to the fury, Is where our spirits embed. Songs today were thought fine, But it sends shiver down to our spine The spirit they tried to hide So now, we're trying to revive.