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(hummmm) Walking through the streets with a fire in my chest
Memories of home
calling from the past
Handpan echoes in the quiet of the dawn
Ukulele strums healing what was torn
Rise up with the beat that carries my soul
Latin heart beating
wild and bold
Ukulele and handpan
guiding the way
Through the trap and the struggle we stay
Stories from the islands woven in my words
Battles fought silently
without any swords
Every note from the strings
lifts me higher
Finding peace in the
rhythm of the fire
Rise up with the beat that carries my soul
Latin heart beating wild and bold
Ukulele and handpan
guiding the way
Through the trap
and the struggle we stay
In the
silence I find my true voice
Playing these sounds that make my heart rejoice (ahhhh)