In fields of sorrow where the sun sets low,
The whispers of chains in the wind do blow.
Hearts once free now bound in night,
Dreams of freedom hidden from sight.

Beneath the stars, they silently weep,
As the nights grow long and the pain runs deep.
In the silence of the moon’s soft glow,
Stories of suffering the world must know.

Their spirits strong, yet bodies weak,
The hope for freedom they silently seek.
Through every hardship, they stand tall,
With a will unbroken, they answer the call.

From the ashes of despair, they rise,
With fire in their hearts and light in their eyes.
The chains may bind, but cannot contain,
The unyielding spirit that breaks every chain.