Haïti, mon pays. Wounded mother I'll never see. Ma famille set me free. Throw my ashes into the sea. . Mes cousins jamais nés. Hantent les nuits des Duvalier.
Somethin' filled up. My heart with nothin'. Someone told me not to cry. . But now that I'm older. My heart's colder. And I can see that it's a lie....