Habra Que Creer

As a kid, I thought the sky
Was waiting low just for me
And it kept getting further away
That one day I thought of giving up

Then the tooth fairy
And magic every Christmas
That Santa Claus who came down smiling
But no one could see him

Gotta believe, gotta believe
In Christ, in peace, or in Fidel
Gotta believe, gotta believe
In something or someone maybe

A kiss placed on my lips
And said 'I'm yours, see?'
Then in high school, went through the ranks
But she was my first woman

The courtyard, the grand ceremony
The homeland, the tricolor light
Then the betrayal of those who steal, dishonor
And sell our rights and voice