Here we stand, our hands will bind; bracing against the
roaring tide.
They may bombard us with their fire and blades,
But we will prevail on, their poison aside.
Inch by inch the shadows may creep; in attempts to make us
weep.
But they will be met by our resistance- strong!
Compelling us out of our twilight sleep.
The laughing, the jibes, the persistent malicious lies;
filling our ears, drowning our cries.
But we look away, towards the light,
Travelling onward, towards fresh skies.
Here we stand, our hands never unbind, prevailing against
the roaring tide!
They hurt, they break, and they have lied.
But our unity will keep us strong and alive…
