The wind of my hair,
My hair on my face,
My face a tint pink
From the weather that does stink.
The snow comes down, down upon my feet
I look up to the sky knowing I will defeat.
I raise my right hand over my heart,
Knowing that my country will never part.
I've been confident and strong,
Long before the song.
The song that remains, a country that sustains.
I know that to be confident doesn't mean in ones-self
But to be apart of something that we have all felt.