This land will never be the same

A fading  memory  is all that remains
But, this land will never be the same
My brothers, to power, will never  bow again
The cries of justice, will never be in vain

Did you hear them in Tahrir, calling your name?
Where were you? did you call their sit-in so very lame?
But what have you done to ease their pain?
A prisoner to fear,  do you want forever to remain?

No! No! this land will never be the same
We never will one day, to oppression, be tame.