In shadows of a forgotten age,
Where whispers of freedom softly call,
The chains of the past still bind and cage,
Yet hope emerges, standing tall.

The fields once tilled with weary hands,
Now echo with silent cries of pain,
But in the heart, a promise stands,
A dream of breaking every chain.

Through darkness, voices rise and sing,
A chorus of strength, unyielding and bold,
Their spirit, like the sparrow’s wing,
Seeks skies where stories are retold.

In the dawn where courage blooms,
And justice weaves its sacred thread,
The light of truth dispels the glooms,
In freedom’s name, the path is tread.