[male
vocals] (
Piano
melody
fades
in,
soft
and
contemplative)
Yeah
It’
s
a
long
road
But
the
vision
stays
clear
Stanislaus,
listen
Dear
Movaty,
it’
s
been
a
while,
I’
m
writing
to
the
sky
Just
checking
in
on
you,
wondering
how
the
days
pass
by
Dad,
I’
m
missing
your
voice,
the
wisdom
in
the
quiet
nights
Missing
Mr.
Zut
too,
those
lessons
under
city
lights
Life
out
here
is
moving,
but
the
pace
is
feeling
slow
Still
hustling
in
the
shadows,
trying
to
make
the
spirit
grow
Namibia
is
cold,
the
wind
bites
through
the
coat
I
wear
But
the
fire
in
my
chest
keeps
me
breathing
in
the
air
I’
m
pushing
through
the
cold,
yeah,
I’
m
standing
on
my
own
Chasing
down
a
dream,
in
the
places
I
have
known
Dear
Movaty,
can
you
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
beat?
I’
m
keeping
my
head
high
while
I’
m
walking
down
the
street
It’
s
the
hustle,
it’
s
the
grind,
it’
s
the
hope
that
I
ignite
Turning
every
struggle
into
something
burning
bright
I
see
the
colored
skies
of
Namibia,
turning
gold
to
grey
Reminds
me
of
the
promises
I
made
along
the
way
Fake
faces
everywhere,
but
I
stay
true
to
the
soul
Keeping
my
eyes
locked
on
that
distant,
final
goal
I
know
you’
re
watching
over,
yeah,
I
feel
you
in
the
breeze
Guiding
me
through
storms,
helping
me
to
stay
at
ease
It’
s
not
just
about
the
money,
it’
s
about
the
legacy
Building
up
the
story
for
the
world
to
finally
see
I’
m
pushing
through
the
cold,
yeah,
I’
m
standing
on
my
own
Chasing
down
a
dream,
in
the
places
I
have
known
Dear
Movaty,
can
you
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
beat?
I’
m
keeping
my
head
high
while
I’
m
walking
down
the
street
It’
s
the
hustle,
it’
s
the
grind,
it’
s
the
hope
that
I
ignite
Turning
every
struggle
into
something
burning
bright
And
when
the
morning
comes,
and
the
frost
begins
to
melt
I’
ll
remember
every
single
pain
that
I
have
felt
Because
it
built
the
armor,
it
gave
me
back
the
light
Now
I’
m
stepping
forward,
walking
out
into
the
night
Yeah,
I’
m
moving,
always
moving,
never
looking
back
Staying
on
the
path,
yeah,
I’
m
keeping
on
the
track
I’
m
pushing
through
the
cold,
yeah,
I’
m
standing
on
my
own
Chasing
down
a
dream,
in
the
places
I
have
known
Dear
Movaty,
can
you
hear
the
rhythm
of
the
beat?
I’
m
keeping
my
head
high
while
I’
m
walking
down
the
street
It’
s
the
hustle,
it’
s
the
grind,
it’
s
the
hope
that
I
ignite
Turning
every
struggle
into
something
burning
bright
Still
hustling
out
here,
Dad
For
you,
for
the
ones
I
love
Stanislaus,
we
keep
pushing
Until
the
dream
is
home (
Music
fades
out
with
piano
and
soaring
strings)