Born from a little seed of love stronger than a diamond rock where beauty and violence lay where poor people smile to see the day Haiti is my home, all I wish I had known but in foreign land I have grown, in their streets I never roam lived in school books, where I came the smartest among the hardest survival
I soon learned from television to believe in the impossible except no defeat, surrender or retreat so I'm struggling, fighting to live the possible hustling, praying and wondering, when will I fly? When will I touch the sky? So I patiently wait, for that fateful day it’s not far away, so for now I say: "when I reach forty, I will be free they’ll call me Louis Mercier just like a waving freedom flag".
And then... I will stop to rest while listening to Bill Withers ;)