I'm hurt inside for the Philippines is crying with blood.
Where ever I go the cry of despair is never be forgotten.
I still hear the blood running in every corner of our world.
In America or Europe the cry of blood cannot be wipe with a white handkerchief.
The bloody cry of the Philippines will remain inside me.
Helping my fellow countrymen but I can't even help myself.
Life is so unfair if a man is honest he's the one who's suffering but if a man is an
animal he prosper.
Rubbing the white handkerchief to get rid of the red stain that has been
making the Philippines divided.