When I hear the word heritage, I think of my forefathers, and this is dedicated to them:
When I look into my eyes, I see love
when I look into my eyes, I fall in love with the pieces of you in me that I see
In my eyes, I see rain that washes away the pain
I see hopes and dreams passed down from generation to generation
I am a dream, I am the dream
to the one who was afraid to walk the streets
to the one who was afraid to speak
But most importantly I am the dream to the one who was brave
to the one who never caved
to the one that saw light at the end of the tunnel
I am that light indeed I say you were brave
grateful indeed for what you have done, to breed a nation of people who can forgive what has been done
Kings and queens who sing songs that cannot be unsung
nations who find love and beauty in everything
nations who come together despite their differences
nations filled with joy even though plagued with sorrow for what they have lost
But remain strong, in hopes to build better.