I picked up both my arms because my brother lost his limbs
and I continued fighting on and on behalf of him
The ground was in my blood but I had hands enough to be
the backbone of a country that I wanted to be free

I picked up both my feet because my sister lost her head
but I continued fighting on and on because she bled
Her blood was of my blood, I know I buried her too soon
the breath that I have left in me will honor her by moon