The small folk cry out in despair,

Seeking justice, longing for care.

But their voices fade into the void,

Drowned by power, shattered, destroyed.

Promises like clouds in the sky,

They disappear, leaving us dry.

The rulers sit on their golden thrones,

While we’re left to fight alone.

Oooohhh... we scream, but no one hears,

Our hopes drowned in a sea of tears.

The king’s decree silences the land,

Yet still we rise, with hearts in hand.

The streets are filled with weary souls,

Fighting battles no one knows.

Dreams are crushed beneath their feet,

While they feast, we taste defeat.

Promises like clouds in the sky,

They disappear, leaving us dry.

The rulers sit on their golden thrones,

While we’re left to fight alone.

Oooohhh... we scream, but no one hears,

Our hopes drowned in a sea of tears.

The king’s decree silences the land,

Yet still we rise, with hearts in hand.

In the shadow of the throne, we cry,

But our tears won’t fade, they’ll light the sky.

For every voice that’s drowned in pain,

We’ll rise again, break these chains.

Oooohhh... we scream, but no one hears,

Our hopes drowned in a sea of tears.

The king’s decree silences the land,

Yet still we rise, with hearts in hand.