Why is it that whenever there’s tranquility, It’s because I’m in the eye of a hurricane? I feign a smile and display great tenacity Although my heart is throbbing with pain. Don’t call me pessimistic; I just know the truth, A daunting truth that haunts my every dream. We were born to suffer, and these scars are proof That one’s character is the spawn of screams. But here I stand upright with iron valor Calling out to the ruthless storms of life, That my resolve will remain unshattered As I make my way up the summit of strife. The eye of the hurricane is always watching, Wondering when we will faint and cower. Let us show the storm that we are unflinching, That together we wield raw power. For in numbers we grow stronger As our hearts beat for a common cause. In harmony our shouts are louder, Transcending all oppression and laws Which bind you and I to a morbid lie That peace will never come And forever we’ll be trapped in the eye Of the hurricane, always on the run.