Bountiful Lands

 Mournful and empty. The heavens squirting rain
Pipes the dust all along the plain
Does my stained soul still stand
Am I lost and wasted in God's land

But Now I Find

Yellow gold, black gold, diamonds and pearls
And all of what your soul might desires
Milk and honey, heavenly manna, golden strands
Fear not for these are bountiful lands

Travel My Feet

 

Tracing my steps from the northern shore
Over Al-Hajjar mountains I drive once more
In the water holes, I swim up and down
In the evermore mesmerizing Hatta town

Using the road less traveled I get to Al-Ain
In its healing waters, I linger yet again
Taking the scenic route up Jebel Hafeet
On its top I sit transfixed in my seat

Looking over the horizon forever I see
Green farms full of every type of tree
A city with people of the kindest kind
Loving, welcoming, warm and full of pride

Young Men Do Rise

 

Young men do rise
lift your voice, fill the skies
Let the UAE’s name ring
As you, the young, are aspiring
To show the world your ingenuity
Let them marvel at your creativity
While you dazzle them with artistry
The UAE’s young and their ability
While your sports shall be seen
On the ever echoing Green
Horse racing, golf, football and polo
Our youth are winners in a team or solo
Under pressure their spirits are always high
As they will always reach for the sky
From now until forevermore
Our youth will forever soar
Among strong nations far and wide
And always be full of pride

Sons of the Emarat

 

We are the shadow that come from light 

We are the sun after the long night

We are the battle engulfed in fight

We are the rain after the drought

We are the fire in the burning heart

We are the water quench the thirst

We are the answer to the plight

We are the sands of the desert

We are the sons of the Emarat