From city streets to distant shores, where injustice festers,the voices rise, a thunderous sound, as hope awakens, breaking ground.In every cry and silent plea, in every soul yearning to be free,their blooms of flower, defiant, bold, in the garden of the brave and the untold.Against the currents, against the tide, with courage as their sword and guide,they march, they rise, they stand as one, their battle cry the tide.The time has come, no shackles bind their restless souls,as they rewrite fate as relentless scrolls, for in their hearts the fire burns bright.A beacon in the darkest night, they are the dreamers, the renegades,the ones who dare.The barricades, they paint the sky with colors new, in the revolution they pursue.