For freedom we must break cell's walls
Never, we must rest until to down they fall
To be heard, raise your call
Pavements slip through our toe tips sometimes,
All we bag would be the wind in the bag
Somehow, there's a way to beat the deadly odds
For victory to reign after the rough rumble
Let not your house be destroyed in these winds
For they too, shall pass
Each one is the savior of their own crying desires
Let not your spirit retire
In the storms and tides of life
Another is a blank page to write a piece of your tale
Let it be positive you inhale
There's a fire in the soul, let it burn
Let it burn, let the flames write you name
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