Chains of Silence, Songs of Liberty.

Chains of Silence, Songs of Liberty

In shadows cast by towering thrones,

Where power's grip chills to the bone,

There lie the whispers, quiet, stark,

Of those who speak 'gainst the dark.

Beneath the boot, the soul may cringe,

Faced with the tyrant's fearsome binge.

Yet, in the heart, a flame does stir,

A choice to speak, to act, to spur.

The chains may clink, the cells may close,

On voices daring to oppose.

But silent night is split by song,

Of those who fight the grievous wrong.

For freedom's call is not in vain,

Though met with loss, with toil, with pain.

It echoes through the tyrant's hall,

A clarion call that frees us all.

To live in fear, a silent slave,

Or stand and face the tempest's wave.

The choice is ours, to cower or be,

The architects of destiny.

So let us not in silence dwell,

Within a self-made, gilded cell.

But rise and let our chorus soar,

For freedom's worth the fighting for.

The path is steep, the night is long,

But in our hearts, we're mighty, strong.

For every chain that's cast away,

A new dawn greets us, bright and gray.

Be not a slave to fear's decree,

But stand, and fight, and live free.

For, in the end, our tales will tell,

Of how we rose, and where we fell.

In unity, our voices blend,

A message clear, we'll not pretend:

To be a slave or to be free,

We choose our fate, our destiny.

Carlo Lippold