In the evening, We will march
We will feel anger for the times they told Us
We were not enough
and mournful for the times We believed them

In the evening, We will march
down the cobblestone streets-
dusk walking quietly but quickly next to Us
Our spirits will be high but Our voices even higher

In the evening, We will march
not just for Our daughters and Our mothers
but for Our sons and fathers too
who crave solidarity for peace

In the evening, We will march
holding hands and singing
together as one-
the bells will be ringing.