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Not weed per say
Face the storm
Allow me To be strong
Against any wall I stood
On you my ground
Found me underneath
Where my roots are
So strong they remain
Right after me
Trails of the past
Right underneath
On the ground
Roots so strong
Born and raised
On the ground I say
I have been broken
Burnt to death
With ashes I know
On the ground I was
Degraded to the ground
Like Dust I rose
The ground I recall
Your Strength
On the ground
With strength I stood again
Like warrior I fought
On the ground Again
I stood and listened
As they giggle
While mocking my bones
On my knees I cried
On the ground
I dust I rose again
On the ground I shout
Burnt and killed
With ashes and weeds
I went and returned
Stronger and healthier
On the ground
With smiles and weapons
I looked up
On the ground
I was burnt to be born
On the ground
Written by Siyabonga Gumede
Written by Siyabonga Gumede
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