FOR IN OUR HAIR, A STORY IS TOLD
Us,
With naturally red hair
Remind those of flames dancing in the wind,
Autumn leaves ablaze with colour,
And Sunsets painting the sky in hues of red and orange ,
For we know ,
There is unkind talk about our hair,
But we shine in the sunshine,
There’s nothing they can say,
That can make us care,
We reunite ,
We find our way back,
Our spirit,
Shows power,
Beauty,
And strength,
The day God made redheads,
He created his human flowers,
Us ,
who are like red roses,
Sunflowers,
And marigold,
We stand,
for our ancestors,
Our hair colour,
To reclaim our power back,
To regain our respect back,
We stand,
For in our hair,
A story is told.
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