In the silence of the night, I stand tall,
My rights, unbroken, unyielding and true,
They are the whispers of freedom’s call,
Guiding me in all that I pursue.
With each dawn, they rise anew,
Like the first light of morningâs embrace,
A promise that life will renew,
A shield against any disgrace.
In the face of tyranny, they do not falter,
An unwavering beacon in the darkest times,
For justice and truth, they never alter,
Their strength echoed in libertyâs chimes.
These rights, they are my birthright,
Not granted by man, but by existence,
A testament to my inherent might,
And my unwavering resistance.