Carrying the burden Of my wretched misery With the resentment Of being able to just grit my teeth. I began By getting on my feet, Following the voices of the displaced. Tasting iron and dust Under the restless moon With thunders as a beacon. Sometimes I look back. My memories say goodbye With tears in their eyes. Abandoned to my fate With no choice but to carry on. The weight of silence Suffocating down my throat. A sun of injustice Throbbing in my temples. Writing my story With mud on my fingers. Following the compass That guides my growing strong will to survive. And I'm still on my feet, Following the voices of the displaced. And the horizon Is shining brighter now. I can almost feel it Sometimes I look back. My memories say goodbye With tears in their eyes. Abandoned to my fate With no choice but to carry... No matter how many times the ocean tries to wash my skin. No matter how many blows I take for trying to crack your code. My identity remains still dirty, like an indelible stain. While you allot me a penance within my blood. And still sometimes I look back. My memories say goodbye With tears in their eyes. Abandoned to my fate, I'm still determined to fight for my life.