In the quiet, where words should land,
There’s only the echo of my trembling hand.
A heart once fierce, now a stone in my chest,
Fighting a battle that won't let me rest.

Once, there was hope in the space we shared,
But the walls have closed in, and no one’s there.
Respect, like sunlight, is slow to fade,
Yet I stand in shadows, feeling betrayed.

I’ve given it all, and it’s never enough,
The silence thickens, the road’s grown rough.
I ask for one thing to keep me alive;
But respect is a gift I can’t derive.

I am more than a fight, more than a plea,
But the weight I carry is crushing me.
I want to rise, to shatter the chain,
But the world holds me in an endless refrain.

Still, I am the lion, I am the flame,
Though the path is uncertain, I’ll rise just the same.
For even in silence, even in pain,
I am still here, and I’ll rise again.

I will rise, not for them, but for me.
I will rise, and let the world see.