In shadows cast by moonlit skies, their voices rise and sing,
Echoes of a history, where pain and joy do spring.
The strength that flows within their veins, a testament to grace,
Unyielding in the face of storms, they find their sacred place.

Through chains and trials, they walk with pride, their spirits shining bright,
With dreams that soar on wings of hope, they fight for what is right.
The beauty of their heritage, a tapestry so grand,
A legacy of courage carved by their own hand.

In every step, they carry forth the wisdom of their past,
A story told through countless hearts, a love that will outlast.
The rhythm of their heartbeat, a song of freedom’s call,
United in their journey, they rise above it all.

With eyes that see beyond the dark, to futures bathed in light,
They lift their voices high in song, a beacon in the night.
The power of their spirit, a force that none can quell,
For in the soul of blackness, a boundless strength does dwell.