As the sun rises over this beautiful land
An golden rays stream in an warm the coldest hand
The owners of this country have nothing to fear
For their voices heard have not fallen on deaf ear

For too many years they were supressed by the man
Too be taken away stolen or banned
Now their time has come for their numbers grow
An apology said ..to repent their sorrow

Scars held deep from generations past
But their spirits are strong an will outlast
Through their beliefs an a history so long
Their future bright for they do no wrong

Maintaining their connection with the land
Spiritual diversity at their hand
A roo a brolga at their command
In sync with life their only demand

Their music their art amazing to be
So different,exposing a life once free
Seeping back through their spiritual veins
Nourished by past generations blood rains

Time is now not to admonish or expel
But negative thoughts we must repel
For forty thousands years this country they adore
An in under two hundred destructed as we explore

Instead of ripping up this land
Lets work together an try an understand
What will it take to save this country
To deliver it back to its people once free

To share the beauty of this land
An encourage it to bloom.. not demand
All fella's working side by side
No bitterness no hate just pride