With torch lit, you call out to the dark
Crying the proposition I am wrong
Strike true, wielding a troubling remark
Still can we not dance and sing along
Found in harmony harnessed we march
Hand in hand as stride finds stride
Conflict blossoms grace in the arch
Unity blooms in the death of pride
Forgotten qualms in barren tombs
Pressing on with the company of wisdom
Rest with peace nestled in the womb
Cry clearly, cry victory, cry freedom
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