[male
vocals] (
Driving
synth
pulse,
building
energy)
Yeah
From
the
dust
of
the
ground
to
the
top
of
the
world
They
see
the
shine,
but
they
don’
t
know
the
climb
This
is
for
the
dreamers,
for
the
ones
who
never
quit
Clinton
Mazimba,
let’
s
go
I
wake
up
early
while
the
sun
is
still
shy
behind
the
peaks
Walking
down
the
dusty
paths
where
the
silence
speaks
Senga
Hills
is
calling,
and
I
hear
the
steady
beat
of
the
heart
Every
single
footstep
is
a
brand
new
start
My
pockets
might
be
empty
but
my
spirit
is
a
mountain
high
I’
m
looking
past
the
valley,
I’
m
searching
for
the
open
sky
They
told
me
it
was
crazy,
said
I’
m
chasing
down
a
phantom
dream
But
I’
m
the
architect
of
my
life,
flowing
like
a
rushing
stream
Oh,
rise
up,
Clinton,
keep
your
eyes
on
the
light
You’
re
carving
out
a
legacy
in
the
middle
of
the
night
From
the
Senga
Hills
to
the
edge
of
the
great
unknown
This
is
your
harvest,
this
is
the
seed
that
you’
ve
sown
Keep
climbing,
keep
grinding,
let
your
story
unfold
You’
re
made
of
the
fire,
you’
re
worth
more
than
gold
I
see
the
faces
on
the
street,
caught
in
the
daily
grind
Searching
for
a
reason
just
to
leave
the
past
behind
I
got
a
vision
in
my
pocket,
I
got
a
fire
in
my
soul
I’
m
playing
for
the
victory,
I’
m
playing
for
the
ultimate
goal
It’
s
a
long
road,
winding
through
the
stones
and
the
red
clay
But
I’
m
finding
my
direction
in
the
light
of
a
brighter
day
No
looking
backward,
no
room
for
the
fear
in
my
chest
I’
m
passing
every
trial,
I’
m
putting
my
courage
to
the
test
Oh,
rise
up,
Clinton,
keep
your
eyes
on
the
light
You’
re
carving
out
a
legacy
in
the
middle
of
the
night
From
the
Senga
Hills
to
the
edge
of
the
great
unknown
This
is
your
harvest,
this
is
the
seed
that
you’
ve
sown
Keep
climbing,
keep
grinding,
let
your
story
unfold
You’
re
made
of
the
fire,
you’
re
worth
more
than
gold
When
the
mountain
gets
steep,
I’
ll
find
a
way
to
breathe
When
the
darkness
gets
deep,
I’
ll
find
the
strength
to
believe
It’
s
not
about
the
struggle,
it’
s
about
who
you
become
Listen
to
the
rhythm,
hear
the
beating
of
the
drum
Yeah,
the
world
is
waiting
for
the
sound
of
your
name
Clinton
Mazimba,
you’
re
the
spark
to
the
flame
Oh,
rise
up,
Clinton,
keep
your
eyes
on
the
light
You’
re
carving
out
a
legacy
in
the
middle
of
the
night
From
the
Senga
Hills
to
the
edge
of
the
great
unknown
This
is
your
harvest,
this
is
the
seed
that
you’
ve
sown
Keep
climbing,
keep
grinding,
let
your
story
unfold
You’
re
made
of
the
fire,
you’
re
worth
more
than
gold
Yeah,
keep
on
climbing
Senga
Hills,
you
made
me
who
I
am
Forward
motion,
never
stopping
Clinton
Mazimba,
the
journey
is
just
beginning
Higher
and
higher (
Fade
out
with
swelling
orchestral
strings
and
driving
beat)