In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...
Let me embrace your heart
you...
These years (Anne Winning)
Scatter fragments of yourself in these years...
Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...
I close my eyes tightly,
thankful for tired bones...
In shadows cast by prejudice, a knock resounds,
At the door of your heart, where peace abounds...
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...
Thank you for the anguish, the scars and disdain,
For it was in those depths, I resisted in pain...
In this world, forces abound,
Darkness and light, all around...
(Verse 1)
Daddy was a patriot...
Amidst the silent city's throng,
Birds mute their song...
As sturdy as a heart that sings,
Finding joy in little things...