Rise up self-buried seed,
go out and get what you need.
Fly higher than the dove,
grow to get whatever you love.
Don’t let the barrier rise above your power,
grow taller than the tower.
Change the remnants of the old days
to inspire what lies ahead your ways.
The land you’re concealed in is fertile,
swell and blast to a high-quality textile.
Don’t let your voice stay low like a deep cry of a cattle.
Rise and fight whatever battle.