History erased my story, my ancestors
but I'm still alive
Clenched fist, I bite the floor
My eyes turn to red
I raise my voice, show my fury
Wide open to the sun
I put my hands in this source of light
In that constant energy
Present at my funeral
I know I'll rise
And meet myself reborn
Sculpt entrance out of rock
Now advance without a respite
Go back to the source
I raise my head
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