In the shadow of colonial dreams,
Lies a land of silent cries,
Where the chains of silence scream,
Beneath the azure skies.

Through the eyes of the oppressed,
A story unfolds, untold,
Where courage meets unrest,
In hearts both young and old.

The whispers of a nation rise,
Against the tide of tyranny,
In the echoes of the wise,
Lives the hope of liberty.

O, land of forgotten lore,
Where the seeds of truth shall bloom,
In the pages of “Noli Me Tangere”,
Lies a promise to consume.