In the depths of the heart, the fire of rebellion burns bright, not just destruction, but the joy of creation,  
Waves of unrest break, giving rise to pure desire, birthing peace.  
In the silence of weeping, struggles are born, carrying the radiant light of hope,  
Invisible dreams weave through the streams of blood, washing away old memories.  

The fire of rebellion isn’t just a symbol of destruction; in its flames, new horizons are built,  
Hearts as hard as stone crumble under the weight of sorrow, blood-soaked wars veiled in the mist of grief.  
Unbearable pain transforms into strength, the tale of a new world being rebuilt,  
The emptiness of rebellion, cleansed by the blood of the rebel, brings back the winds of peace, the sun of freedom.  

Not the shadow of sorrow, nor the sound of war, but love hidden in the buds of flowers,  
In the flames of fire, invisible dreams awaken, painting the future in the hands of time.  
The struggles wipe away the scars of the past, reviving the message of a new dawn,  
The rage of the earth reveals itself in the yellow harvests of peace.  

The flame of rebellion erases weariness, guiding us to the peak of freedom,  
Silent prayers, deep in the heart, weave tales of rebirth,  
In the darkness of night, the sound of weeping merges with the ocean of peace,  
Rebellion is not just a symbol of hurt, it transforms into wings of desire, creating a new horizon.  

Eyes filled with emptiness, the day's vow seeks release in the calm beauty of everlasting peace,  
The journey of rebellion does not stop, it waits for the infinite ocean of tranquility.  
In the sky of war, the sun rises with the light of peace, transforming aspirations into reality,  
Rebellion becomes a symbol of peace, transformed hopes and desires lighting the path to a bright future.