Hear the alarm bell ring, as it echoes through these hills.
Young boys now stand like men, and the air is very still.
Fog conceals your presence, but will it mask your sound?
Gravity feels so heavy, and time is slowing down.
Soft as a feather, rain begins to fall.
Out of this darkness, a victory will come to all.
Carried like a whisper, on a butterfly's delicate wing,
Prayers are said by all, when they hear that freedom ring.
Stronger all together, than by the power of one--
Climbing higher and higher, to grasp what has become.
Feel it in the ground, stand strong and ready for war.
See the teardrops glisten, as freedom's wave still soars.
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