Proud Son of Korea
I am the son of Korea
Born in the peaceful city of South Korea
the son of mountains and ocean
I am the son of Chungju, Korea
made of winds that swift through the crop fields
and the clear sound of the ocean.
Grandson of my ancestors who ruled Korea for thousands of years.
Where my eyes see abundant apple trees
and where my tongue enjoys the spiciness of peppers.
I speak Korean with proud; it is my natural,
way of describing my uniqueness
Born in peninsula, with the taste of salty sea
sweet smell of Grandmother's sweat who now I will see in Heaven
Rich brown soils of Korea, surrounded by mountains
who gives fresh cool air to the farmers.
Fall, everything is brown, red, yellow, and green.
Trees shake their leaves off, people harvest the crops
mountains turn into beautiful bright colors
Oceans making calming waves with ever blue
I am not Japanese, they are our neighbors who did
cruel things to our people
I am not Chinese, they are a neighbor with great lands
I am Korean, pure blooded.
I am proud to be son of Korea
I am me