(Intro: Heavy, rhythmic drum beat mimicking a heartbeat. The sound of a distant wooden flute rises, sharp and haunting, then drops into a deep, driving bass line.)
Verse 1
I am the dust of the canyon, the salt of the sea
The breath of the mountains lives inside of me.
Before the ink hit the paper, before the borders were drawn
We were the keepers of light, the singers of dawn.
They tried to bury our tongue, tried to tether our ghost
But you can’t kill the spirit that haunts the coast.
We are the Original People, the marrow in the bone
Of a land that remembers every prayer, every stone.
Chorus
Stop the hate, look into my eyes
The sun doesn’t bargain with the morning skies!
We are here, we are loud, we are the ancient flame
And no amount of silence can erase our name.
From the tundra to the tropics, we stand as one
The children of the earth, the warriors of the sun!
Verse 2
I look to my Brother, skin like the midnight hue
Stolen from his shoreline, dragged across the blue.
I look to my Sister, where the eagle meets the snake
Divided by a fence that the greedy spirits make.
African blood, Mexican heart, we share the same scar
Colonization tried to dim every single star.
They traded our freedom for a crown and a greed
But they forgot that a survivor is a resilient seed.
Bridge
The iron chains, the mission walls
The boarding schools, the hollowed halls—
They hurt us all, they bruised the soul
But they could never take control!
We heal together, we rise in the light
Ending the darkness, ending the fight.
We will not be forgotten.
We will not be moved.
Verse 3
So put down the venom, put down the pride
There’s a river of history flowing inside.
Respect the first footprint, respect the first breath
We choose the life, and we conquer the death.
Hand in hand with the displaced and the brave
We are the masters, no longer the slave.
The Americas are screaming, "Remember my name!"
The Original People are fanning the flame.
Outro
(The drums reach a thundering crescendo then suddenly stop. Only the heartbeat remains.)
We are here.
(We are here.)
We are the roots.
(We are the roots.)
One heart. One earth. No more hate.
(Final long, soaring note on the flute that fades into the sound of wind.)
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