Just like fire,
Burning the truth into our hearts,
Of those we admire,
Fighting for something we truly believe in.
To discriminate to the consequences of one’s sins,
It makes us die inside, or hearts slowly shatter,
It’s a cut upon our skin,
To maintain the rights and wrongs of
What we fight for.
We dream of justice, we exalt to our finest
And we join hands together in perfect
Harmony,
We cry, we rise, we protect, we protest
And we stay strong for those
Who can’t.
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