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