They came into our homes;
took our ways without remorse.
They made us speak in different tongues,
so we wouldn’t know,
so we’d forget.
They took our land beneath our feet,
so we’d forget from where we eat.
They took the sky above our heads,
so we wouldn’t know where prayers end.
They took the brightest of our best,
so we wouldn’t know that we are blessed.
They thought they had silenced us,
accomplished something no one could.
But we have proven them all wrong;
our roots are old, deep and strong.
They will grow into a tree.
A nation prosperous and free.
And those souls that we have lost,
will be remembered at any cost
and I’ll be damned if I forget.