Hold your head up
Do not mind those little tear drops
Leon! The finish line is for when you stop
Dear Lord, water always all his crops
Do not hesitate to pause and breathe
There’s a sound in the circles of fifths
Please don’t go into the creeks of this barrel
there’s a thinking that follows a carousel
Abdul! Humans are clouds that suffer its rain
music is truly your care and cure for pain
I pray your rose petals always find the Lord
when you sing may you strike the right chord.
Ola! scatter the footprints in your mind
God is in your mind and he’s your kind
Mother Bose that do not rest her best
You are the gladiator our words will forever crest.
Love freely like the daughter of Zion’s sea
live to make laughter, mistakes and death plea.