Freedom of Movement

Woke up with the sunrise on my skin, another day, another chance to

begin. Dust on my valleys roll beneath my feet,

chasing down a feeling that's wild and sweet. Weary the makers,

the dreamers, the doers in stride, carving our story with mountains as

our guide. With every step, with every groove, we live our name.

Freedom of movement through and through. Stay free and keep moving under the same

South African sun. From the city lights to the open sky, we walk together,

you and I. Trust in your hands, balance in your soul.