I was born from sand

my heart beats the sound

of unsung song of my land

I think this is a new bland

that cycles with peace in my mind

this is the land of mankind

where calendar lake exists

with crystals shining to the west

decorated with flames of fire

People crapping their sinful hand’s

to create a rhythm to dance

dust pounding in the sky with our dances

Yes this is a beautiful root to follow

and this story I will tell even in shadow