The light of Greece

The light of Greece; 

Extends to Egypt and Jerusalem,

And back to those nations; 

Back and forth through out time;

To Mesapotamia to the indigenous;

Syl and bubble tongue languages;

To every letter in every alphabet;

To ever number to space to the zodiac;

To religion kefi customs and philotemo;

To everything we know;

It has graced America and has been;

To the statue of liberty,

And has been endangered by the klan;

From young immigrants to entrepenours,

And business to hardwork of tireless grandmothers aka Yiayia and Pappouli;

To Mavoula Mavoules and Baba and Souli;

The Siouliotises that carried the light; Within themselves and released it; 

On to the land that was their native;

For thoughts of their noble man, 

And children and bodies and language,

And ethi and ethima is what we know;

For instance, our light is barried in deep seas, and oceans carved in cave walls, 

And belongs and is in museums across the Earth. They belong in Greece. We are the light. The faithful and devout. The people who should come first. But we do what we have always done we open our arms to every stranger we live our lives very loud and we're proud. We are mother nature. We are the light. We are the light of Greece. And as I am light filled. This is coming from me. I will shine brightly.

For I am the light. The light of Greece. 

And if your Greek, or one drop blood Greek

So are you! We are the light of Greece! 

We may struggle stumble, and we may fall,

But after all that we will rise. We are the light of Greece.