Osei Zion


I\'m standing in the bright light, fighting to bring the bright light to light.

I\'m fighting harder, harder like fighting.

Heightening on the heights, lifting up the valleys,

Pumping the tires, bracing the hiking backpack.

Ready to go!

I look and read; there it flows.

At the fourth floor, all rooftops are moving further to the sky.

It challenges. That\'s why only the determined holds.