I’m holding,These memories painfully crushing my dawns,When freedom was captured in terror’s homelands.For finding the pace, the truth, the solace,I’m fully aware I might need to dare,Admitting my pain, again and again,Waltzing together in this stormy weather,So, we can both tie, releasing the cry.Accepting the past, the smog, and the dustI’m strong as a feather,Yet…