In shadows deep where silence grew,
A spark was born, a fire new.
It cracked the dark, it tore the chain,
And called the lost to rise again.
No longer will the meek be still,
No longer bow to iron will.
The old walls shake, the cold winds wail,
The rising flame will not grow pale.
It burns in hearts that dare to fight,
For truth, for hope, for what is right.
No cage can hold the wild desire,
That sets the soul and world afire.
So hear this ode — a roaring sound,
Of change that shakes the very ground.
The flame has come, the night will end,
And with it, new roads will ascend.
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