In the quiet shadows of my own mind,
I find the courage to speak, to define,
A world where my rights shine bright,
Against the darkness, I stand and fight.

Through whispers of history, I hear,
Voices of those who dared to steer,
Their own paths, unyielding and bold,
Stories of triumph, endlessly told.

My rights, a tapestry woven with care,
Each thread a testament, beyond compare,
To the strength that resides within,
A beacon of hope, where dreams begin.

With each step forward, I reclaim,
The power in my name, without shame,
For my rights are the songs I sing,
In a world where freedom takes wing.