In every heart, a voice is born,
A cry for freedom, never torn.
From distant shores to city streets,
The pulse of justice ever beats.
No chain, no wall, no law decreed
Can strip away our right to breathe.
The right to live, to speak, to dream,
To rise as equals, all supreme.
No hand of power, cold and tight,
Can steal the warmth of human light.
For in each soul, a fire burns bright,
A spark of truth, a claim to right.
To stand unbowed, to walk unshamed,
To love, to choose, to hold a name.
Each voice, each story, counts the same—
No less, no more, no claim to fame.
So let us rise, together strong,
For justice speaks where we belong.
In every hand, a torch is lit—
The flame of rights, the soul of it.

Comments
Post a Comment