Ashes of Silence

The night is heavy with forgotten screams,

shadows of martyrs walk through my dreams.

A broken land, yet hearts still burn,

from every grave, revolutions return.

Tears fall, but not from defeat,

they water the soil beneath our feet.

The blood of the poor, the sweat of the brave,

writes freedom’s song on every grave.

O tyrant, your throne is built on dust,

your crown will shatter, your weapons will rust.

The children of tomorrow will rise and say,

"We broke your chains, we lit the day."

Grief is our weapon, hope is our flame,

your silence will bow to the power of name.

For every wound, a banner will rise,

for every loss, a thousand cries.

We are the storm, we are the rain,

from ashes of silence, freedom will reign.