I Believe By Nikki Yanofsky: Song Analysis
On a bright spring day in 2015 I awoke to my alarm clock playing “I believe” by Nikki Yanofsky. Awaking to my alarm clock playing this song on a bright spring morning, five years after the 2010 winter olympic games brought me chills. The 2010 winter olympic games was a time of bright smiles and creating everlasting memories. Similarly, this song holds great importance in my life as it reminded me of how families from different ethnicities came together on the streets of downtown Vancouver to celebrate one of the most memorable moments in Canadian history, when Sidney Crosby scored the golden goal to defeat USA in the mens gold medal ice hockey game. This song not only reconnects me with past but also it emphasizes how uniting as one, one can achieve whatever he or she desires.
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As I made my way through the crowded streets, the waft of beer filled my nostrils. I sipped my can of pepsi, and at the same time tried to keep up with my cousins. As the naive 10 year old child, I was unable to comprehend why their was tears in the people who I was surrounded by. What I was unaware of was that these tears wear tears of joy, not pain.
As my older cousins dragged me through the crowd, I noticed an elderly man, who must have been my grandfather’s age, doing bhanghra alongside teenager’s break dancing. I remember this scene vividly, as it depicted the youthfulness of the elderly. It did not take long for that energy to transfer to me, as I also flaunted my amateur dance moves. Although, this may have embarrassed my cousins, I felt overwhelmed with joy. However, I still to this day do not know if this was the case because they have not disowned me
As I made my way through the crowded streets, the waft of beer filled my nostrils. I sipped my can of pepsi, and at the same time tried to keep up with my cousins. As the naive 10 year old child, I was unable to comprehend why their was tears in the people who I was surrounded by. What I was unaware of was that these tears wear tears of joy, not pain.
As my older cousins dragged me through the crowd, I noticed an elderly man, who must have been my grandfather’s age, doing bhanghra alongside teenager’s break dancing. I remember this scene vividly, as it depicted the youthfulness of the elderly. It did not take long for that energy to transfer to me, as I also flaunted my amateur dance moves. Although, this may have embarrassed my cousins, I felt overwhelmed with joy. However, I still to this day do not know if this was the case because they have not disowned me