A storm is coming,
That may take away the dreams I had,
Take away the blossoms I prized,
A storm as men disguised.
So I stand before you my love
For I have to save you,
And the land I love,
So dress me tough;
Head to toe, cover me with this shield of honor,
Cover my chest which carries your name,
My nakedness now is no shame,
Let it go away, for pride puffs up wet in my eyes,
Your love melts me to be strong and wise,
Look into me; hold your head high, I promise;
I will come back red, with liberty and love…
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