In the silence of a crowded room,
We gather shadows, feeling the gloom,
With scars like stars that tell our tales,
We ignite the night, where freedom prevails.
Whispers of a world that we can't abide,
The blood in our veins is a potent guide,
We'll dance on the edge of a restless dream,
In the chaos, we find our common theme.
Fingers crossed for the ones we’ve lost,
Every heartbeat echoes the cost,
Beneath the moon's unyielding light,
We rise together, ready for the fight.
With every bruise, we learn to stand,
In the ashes we form a new land,
Torn apart but never burned,
Through the night, our spirits returned.
There’s beauty in the cracks, in the pain we wear,
We won't bow down, we’ll gasp for air,
Our voices merge like thunderous storms,
In this wild rebellion, we take new forms.
The darkness won’t hold us, nor silence our cries,
We’ll unveil our hearts, let the truth arise,
With every scar, we’ll paint the sky,
In the blood of our battles, we learn to fly.
So raise your hands, ignite the fire,
Let the night breathe dream and desire,
For every wound, there's a story we've spun,
In this revolution, we’ll never be done.
And as dawn breaks with colors so bright,
We’ll carry our scars in the warmth of the light,
With freedom as our mantle, and hope as our creed,
We’ve tasted the fire, we’re free indeed.
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Rebellion, scars, night, blood, freedom