Where I’m From


I am from the stories of triumph
I am from the rocky roads that hurt the feet on the walk
I am from the old streets of Los Angeles
I am from the sunny weather on a rainy face
I am from the tears shed by desperation
I am from the happiness of nothing
I am from the cry of war
I am from the giving to the hurt
I am from the trumpets and horns
I am from the determination of the weak
I am from the new beginnings
I am from the face of stone

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