In the silence of a crowded room, I stand,
Words like fireflies, flickering in my hand,
A song of rights, a melody of dreams,
Echoing through the night, in moonlit streams.

They try to bind my spirit, chain my voice,
Yet in my heart, I find the strength to rejoice,
For every right denied, a new dawn will rise,
Painting the horizon with the hues of the skies.

I am the echo of those who came before,
A testament to battles fought and more,
My rights are carved in the fabric of time,
A legacy of courage, an unbroken rhyme.

So hear my voice, as it rings through the air,
A beacon of hope, a call to care,
For my rights are the essence of who I am,
Injustice shall not silence this unwavering lamb.