Where the Grass grows.

The grass grows beneath my feet.

The birds fly above me singing songs of

hope and happiness.

My awkwardness

spreads like the wings of a butterfly.

My heart beats strong like the drums

from the motherland.

The sun shall rise

and I will feel the warmth of love

and faith.

The road is long, but my feet will never

be tired.

The grass will always grow beneath me.

My strength flows like the river.

I am forever strong as the roots and the grass grow beneath me.

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