A child sleeps sound, dreams filled with light,
Unknowing of the coming fight.
No warrior face, no steely gaze,
Just innocence in hazy days.
Then darkness falls, a heavy shroud,
Oppression's hand, it speaks aloud
In cruel commands and bitter wrong,
Where hope once flew, now fear is strong.
The child awakes, the dreams now gone,
A different soul, from dusk till dawn.
The fire sparked by tyrant's deed,
Plants courage like a vital seed.
Forced to rise, to stand and face,
The brutal power, the lost grace.
With trembling hands, but heart so bold,
A braveheart blooms, a story told.
Not born of kings, nor bred for war,
But forged in pain, forevermore.
The oppressor's hand, a twisted fate,
Creates the brave, before it's late.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
A child sleeps sound, dreams filled with light,
Unknowing of the coming fight.
No warrior face, no steely gaze,
Just innocence in hazy days.
Then darkness falls, a heavy shroud,
Oppression's hand, it speaks aloud
In cruel commands and bitter wrong,
Where hope once flew, now fear is strong.
The child awakes, the dreams now gone,
A different soul, from dusk till dawn.
The fire sparked by tyrant's deed,
Plants courage like a vital seed.
Forced to rise, to stand and face,
The brutal power, the lost grace.
With trembling hands, but heart so bold,
A braveheart blooms, a story told.
Not born of kings, nor bred for war,
But forged in pain, forevermore.
The oppressor's hand, a twisted fate,
Creates the brave, before it's late.
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