I might be weak, I might be small,
by Elias Gebru
Until I grow to defend my soul,
But, I stood to fight at young age
With my little fist & my vigor courage
Cause hope will never plunge!
Indeed the enemy is stout,
Yet, I am the true light,
A shining dove,
In an everlasting rove,
I ride a subtle life,
I am the cutesy love!