Beneath the silent skies, a murmur grows,
In hearts ignited, a fierce wind blows,
The chains of old, they rust and break,
As dreams of freedom start to wake.

The night is long, yet stars do shine,
A beacon for those on the freedom line,
With every step, the earth does quake,
To the rhythm of change, we shall not fake.

Voices united, a chorus of the brave,
From the shadows of fear, we now wave,
With eyes fixed on the horizon’s gleam,
We march forward, fueled by our dream.

From whispers to roars, the anthem grows,
Through valleys and peaks, the river flows,
A revolution born from every tear,
Together we rise, dispelling fear.