The soul of a fighter

All the ways for reaching Iran

Are now blocked like a gate's iron

So is my own, a block of steel

So are my dreams blind like their will

In front of memories which shall survive

I lay myself for keeping me alive

My blood scream as the people 

I taught to dream

And the sweet tears of my parents and  family

In front of the lost identity

I had to rebuild what I've been heard, they call dignity 

My love, we both are tied

By the same mind which can't stand liars

We are the same in our need

We want to survive in a world of hypocrisies