Under the weight of the sky, I stand,

Roots deep in soil, heart in the sand.

Bassline of the earth, beat of my chest,

A rebel’s cry, no time to rest.

Shadows rise where the emerald burns,

A silent flame, yet the world still turns.

Chains of anguish, they pull and bind,

But the rhythm fights back, it rewinds my mind.

Oh, fire in green, my spirit’s call,

You lift me up when I start to fall.

Through the storm and the pouring rain,

I dance with defiance to break the chain.

Echoes whisper through the roots of time,

The past’s reflection, a broken rhyme.

Yet still I rise with the earth’s embrace,

A warrior's soul in a timeless space.

Smooth transitions, highs and lows,

Through the darkness, the spirit flows.

Deep like the ocean, fierce as a flame,

A voice of power, refusing shame.

Oh, fire in green, my spirit’s call,

You lift me up when I start to fall.

Through the storm and the pouring rain,

I dance with defiance to break the chain.

Under the weight of the sky, I stand,

Emerald flames in my trembling hands.

A reflective cry, a rebel’s song,

In the rhythm of life, I belong.