Potala behind bars
Shackled with invisible chains
Voice has been shunned
For more than a decade now
Many lonely days and nights
Passed with the blowing wind
Cried under the starless nights
Yet greet every morning with a hope
A hope to welcome Kundun to his homeland
A hope to see Tashi Shoepa greeting Kundun
A hope to enjoy Kundun’s hearty laugh
And a hope to free from the shackle
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