The Tears of My Ancestors
Laughter is in the air but it will soon fade,
It drifts threw the sky just out of reach,
It appears to me just like fleeting hope,
I have seen this before in the eyes of those that I love,
Their eyes show their dreams that have been turned into ash,
The ash is like nutrients to the soil which I use to mature,
My hopes are the seeds yearning to grow,
The tears are of my ancestors,
Whom water me with their sorrows,
It forces me to grow,
They push me forward,
Even when I want to go backwards,
I take the lost dreams of my ancestors upon my back,
I carry them with me,
I will fight to fulfill what has been lost,
What has been taken...
