In shadows cast by ancient norms,
We tread the paths of time,
Where voices soft and spirits warm,
Are silenced in their prime.

The chains unseen yet tightly wound,
Around the dreams we weave,
In every step and every sound,
We fight, yet none perceive.

Oh, daughters of the silent night,
Your worth is boundless, true,
Rise up and claim your rightful light,
In skies of endless blue.

For every heart that beats with hope,
And eyes that dare to see,
Gender is no binding rope,
We march towards equality.