We walk barefoot pon de red earth,
leavin' prints dat de wind soon blow away.
Dis reality is a dream dat wake up,
an illusion dat de soul goin' create.
De mind is de paintbrush, de spirit is de canvas,
we drawin' paths of light an' color.
No discouragement inna we universe,
we a de master of all we love.
Create wit' de power, lift up de energy,
connect wit' de fire dat live inna yu core.
Life is art, everlasting harmony,
a firm step dat make yu bloom.
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