I was born to see the world through eternal eyes
My traditions carry me strong
On its back like a father to a son
I’ve been through the fires of hate
The ineptitude of folly
Yet the arms of God never tire
The love of divinity never ceases
I’m bold, I overcame fear,
The voices of alarm that rang between my ears.
I live to see the world
With a clarity of vision
Reserved for the chosen.