She had come down from the hills,
Down from Kandy
To tell me of her life and times
To speak to me of Sri. Lanka Blue

Of the never ending war,
The killings and rapes
Mass graves and tears, of
Tigers and Soldiers in the night,of
Those taken, never to return.

She spoke to me of the
Great Wave
That had swept away so many, and of the
Fighting and greed that followed,
She sang to me of Sri Lanka Blue ,and
Held my hand and asked me to
Remember all those who had been forgotten
I promised I would not forget.