soy Pachamama

I must remove myself from this place
Rise up and be my fate
Take charge, it’s not too late
I have the power to create

Because I am an ancient scribe
I am the spirit of a tribe
And I possess neither face nor hide
There is an essence deep inside

I am man, woman and child
I can be harsh, I can be mild
My flame, it nearly died
But I refuse to be denied

From the ashes of our lives
I will rise up through the sky
And when our spirit has all but died
I will return to reignite
The fire that is our worth
I am the essence of this Earth


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