Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

When they tried to bury our dreams to the ground,

the dreams dug their way out of the ground,

and with the strength of howling winds,

they rose to the skies,

with arms outstretched,

boldly declaring,

that dreams never die,

that there are no dreams higher,

than dreams rising out of the ashes,

dreams rising from the grave,

dreams holy and full of grace.