IN THE PALM OF YOUR HANDS

 

Your words in my head,

They only make me stronger

This brutal betrayal comes from the house that evil built

The shabby rags that I wore

Didn’t stop me from going

 

When I fell,

I got back up

 

I can do it

I cant do it

 

I never gave up,

Never.

 

I fought until freedom was standing right there,

In front of me

 

My people soaked up freedom like flowers do sunshine,

I reached out for it,

And now its in the palm of your hands,

As it was in mine

 

We are all equal,

We are all human

 

Let freedom ring!

Let freedom ring.

 

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