We are not those who play with the guns
We are Pakistanis not bad ones
Quid fulfilled Iqbal’s dream
In hope that it would always be free
Of all the sins, but what is this?
We have our country but there is something amiss
Why are we mistaken as bad people?
Why are we thought as weak and feeble?
But there is sunshine after this rain
There are good times after this pain
We are responsible! Isn’t it strange?
Yes we can do it! We can make a change.