Fascism falls, its reign undone,
By those who fight for everyone.
The flame of hope, it burns so bright,
A beacon in the endless night
So raise your voice, your hand, your heart
And play your part, a work of art
For in the end, it's love we choose,
A world where all have much to lose 3
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By those who fight for everyone.
The flame of hope, it burns so bright,
A beacon in the endless night
So raise your voice, your hand, your heart
And play your part, a work of art
For in the end, it's love we choose,
A world where all have much to lose 3
No lies can shroud the truth in night.
For every voice that dares to rise,
A crack appears in tyranny's guise.
We stand as one, both strong and free,
A tapestry of unity.
No creed, no race, no border's line,
Can break the bonds of the divine. 2
A whisper grows, it will not die.
A call to arms, not forged in steel,
But in the hearts of those who feel.
The shadow looms, its grip severe,
A mask of order, cloaked in fear.
But in the dark, a spark ignites,
A fire born of human rights. 1