[male
vocals] (
Cinematic
piano
swells,
building
steady
percussion)
Yeah,
we
rise
from
the
dust
of
the
valley.
This
is
for
the
ones
who
laid
the
foundation.
Obester
Mwale,
step
into
the
light.
I
look
back
at
the
path
where
the
story
began,
Built
by
the
iron
of
a
hard-working
man.
Oswald
Mwale,
you
showed
me
the
grit,
When
the
world
pushed
back,
you
never
would
quit.
And
Mama,
oh
Grace,
your
heart
is
the
gold,
The
stories
of
courage
that
never
grow
old.
I
carry
your
names
like
a
shield
in
the
fight,
Turning
the
shadows
into
blinding
light.
I’
m
rising
up,
hear
the
sound
of
the
victory,
Writing
my
name
in
the
book
of
history.
For
the
blood
in
my
veins
and
the
dreams
that
I
chase,
I’
m
running
the
race,
I’
m
leading
the
pace.
Oh,
the
horizon
is
calling
my
name,
I’
m
fanning
the
embers
to
a
beautiful
flame.
For
Mom
and
for
Dad,
for
the
legacy
sown,
I’
m
claiming
the
future,
the
world
is
my
own.
It’
s
a
long
climb
up
through
the
heat
of
the
day,
But
I’
ve
got
the
compass
that
points
out
the
way.
Obester
Mwale,
remember
the
start,
You
hold
all
the
wisdom
you
need
in
your
heart.
The
hustle
is
real,
yeah,
the
struggle
is
deep,
But
I’
ve
got
a
promise
I’
m
destined
to
keep.
I’
m
breaking
the
ceiling,
I’
m
clearing
the
floor,
Walking
right
through
that
wide
open
door.
I’
m
rising
up,
hear
the
sound
of
the
victory,
Writing
my
name
in
the
book
of
history.
For
the
blood
in
my
veins
and
the
dreams
that
I
chase,
I’
m
running
the
race,
I’
m
leading
the
pace.
Oh,
the
horizon
is
calling
my
name,
I’
m
fanning
the
embers
to
a
beautiful
flame.
For
Mom
and
for
Dad,
for
the
legacy
sown,
I’
m
claiming
the
future,
the
world
is
my
own. (
Orchestral
build-up,
soaring
strings)
Oswald,
you
taught
me
to
stand
on
my
feet,
Grace,
you
taught
me
the
world
is
still
sweet.
Every
challenge
is
fuel
for
the
fire
inside,
There’
s
nowhere
to
run
and
there’
s
nowhere
to
hide.
I’
m
focused,
I’
m
ready,
I’
m
taking
the
lead,
I’
m
planting
the
future,
I’
m
planting
the
seed.
I’
m
rising
up,
hear
the
sound
of
the
victory,
Writing
my
name
in
the
book
of
history.
For
the
blood
in
my
veins
and
the
dreams
that
I
chase,
I’
m
running
the
race,
I’
m
leading
the
pace.
Oh,
the
horizon
is
calling
my
name,
I’
m
fanning
the
embers
to
a
beautiful
flame.
For
Mom
and
for
Dad,
for
the
legacy
sown,
I’
m
claiming
the
future,
the
world
is
my
own.
Yeah,
for
the
legacy.
Obester
Mwale,
we
rise.
Oswald,
Grace,
you’
re
the
heart
of
it
all.
Moving
forward,
never
looking
back. (
Fade
out
with
swelling
strings
and
hopeful
piano
chords)