They thought their sea would have us drowned
They thought we would see them and bow down
When They saw us in the sky they frowned
Their intimidations made us bold
We definitely were forged into Gold
Poor, rich, young and Old
Our smiling faces made their spine cold
We were meant to follow, now we own the road
If death could serve them we would be gone
Their weapons, axe, cutlass and gun
They wanted to steal our fun
They said "hold em by the horn".
"feed them nothing more than corn"
In our flesh they were thorn
They never knew today would be our turn
I choose to stand for those who rose
Our flowers blossom now, rose
Our reign will last, forever it goes
I am HARMONY for the Angels who rose.
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