Rise On The Beat

Today defeated me. I woke up already tired.

Phone is quiet. Pocket is empty.

Nothing went right. I tried one thing — failed.

Tried another — nothing.

Now I am sitting here asking myself,

“What exactly is the plan?” There is no plan. (mmmmmmmmm)

I know that feeling.

When even getting up feels heavy,

When everybody tells you,

“Be strong,” But strength itself feels far away.

You look around, everybody is moving,

Everybody seems ahead of you,

And you are standing in the same place,

Thinking maybe life forgot your name. (ahhhhhhh)

No hope… No answer… No option… Both: No plan… But wait…

One…

Two…

Three…

I am strong.

You

are strong. I am still here.

You are still here.

Both: I am a winner before the victory comes.

Dance!

Dance! Dance that darkness out!

Move your feet until your heart wakes up!

One, two, three — get up again!

Today can hurt, but it cannot be the end!

Shake it off! Move again!

Both: If your mind says stop — tell your body,

DANCE! (mmm mmm

ahhh mmm)

I may not have the answer yet,

But I will not bury myself today,

Money low, road still rough,

Still I have breath,

I have another way.

Zimbabwe taught me how to stand,

How to laugh when days get wild,

How to turn a heavy moment Into rhythm,

sweat and smile.

Look at yourself and say it properly: I am strong.

I am ready. I am moving.

I am

coming. Not tomorrow — I start now.

One step. One breath.

One beat.

Both: Dance, dance, dance your way out!

Turn that fear into a celebration now!

One, two, three — rise on the beat!

You are not finished,

get back on your feet!

Zimbabwe, rise!

Feel your fire!

Both: Hard days came,

but we are still alive! (mmmmmm-ahhhhhhh)

Today was bad. But today is not forever.

Both: One… two… three… (mmmmmmm)

Dance

again.