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"Echoes of the Island"
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In the shadows of the hills, where land of dead roam, their cemetery home.
Mystics whisper tales of a land we call home.
From captains follow fierce fight,into seas great storm.
We rise like the Northern Star , our spirit built to last.
In heart of the city, where the concrete jungle thrives,we are the the animals that dwell there.
We hustle and struggle, just to keep our dreams alive.
But oppression be the weight , on our chest,
Yet we yell our liberation, we just want to find rest.
Roots run deep like river's, mangrove trees through the lush green hills,
But man is a poison the waters, with greed that kills.
Mother nature weeps for her children, as the trees fall down,in silent wonder.
Buildings will be built in there place.
But we stand like warriors, we ain't backing down,with knives and guns in hand
We must rise up , with the truth in his eyes,
Old Voodoo queen ,is a guide to us, beneath the Caribbean skies.
With every beat of the drum, we feel the ancient call,
To unite as one people, to rise and never fall.
So let the echoes of the island, ring out strong and clear,
In the face of adversity, we hold our culture dear.
From depths of our struggles, in the heights of our dreams,
We forge a new tomorrow, together, we are supreme.
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