Deep roots,
Strong stone.
Low shade, high ground.
Safe shield, clear mind.
Still stand.
Bold eye.
Yeah. Yeah.
They build on the sand and wonder why it falls,
While I reinforce these heavy-duty walls.
The metrics shake with chaotic sound,
Yet both my feet stay firmly on the ground.
No temporary fever makes me lose my head—
I’m focused on the blueprint and the path I tread.
Though wind and water rage like stormy seas,
They only make me stronger, with feminine grace.
I don’t wonder where I belong—