All That I Carry
I hold my dreams with hands that bleed and ache,
Through love and loss, through languages and fight.
From every fall, I rise, my soul awake.
In beats and punches, fears I will forsake,
Electric wheels and words that give me flight.
I hold my dreams with hands that bleed and ache.
The nights bring shadows, doubts I must unmake,
With faith that one day love will come in light.
From every fall, I rise, my soul awake.
My children’s laughter heals each scar and break,
Their smiles a promise hope that shines so bright.
I hold my dreams with hands that bleed and ache.
The world’s a weight, but courage does not shake.
Each step through pain, a reason to ignite.
From every fall, I rise, my soul awake.
This strength is mine, a path I’ll always take,
I burn with purpose, fierce against the night.
I hold my dreams with hands that bleed and ache;
From every fall, I rise, my soul awake.
