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A spark ignites, a quiet flame,
It whispers first, then calls a name.
Through shadows deep, through silence thick,
It stirs the soul, it makes hearts quick.
The winds of change begin to blow,
A truth once buried starts to grow.
The old ways crack, the walls decay,
As voices rise and feet give way.
The roar of hope, the cry of pain,
A thunderclap, a driving rain.
Revolution calls with steady hand,
To tear apart, to take a stand.
The ground will tremble, hearts will race,
As power shifts, as hearts embrace.
The chains once held will break and fall,
And freedom’s light will pierce it all.
But revolution, fierce and wild,
Is never tame, nor always mild.
It burns the past, but leaves behind,
A future shaped by all mankind.
So when the drums of change are heard,
Let courage rise, let voices stir.
For revolution, bold and true,
Is born from hope and what we choose.