This is how you fight back:

Take the salt from your tears

and amass a raging ocean from it.

Spindle your cries into its own axis

and unleash a sweeping hurricane.

Mourn, and mourn, and mourn,

for where we stand, gravity persists.

And those with the heaviest hearts

plant their feet into the earth the strongest.

You are a force of nature,

the salt of this earth,

and this earth bends for nobody.

So when they tell you to move,

what do you say?