Do not tire, O traveler, do not tire.

Traveler of night, do not tire,

The dawn you seek is not so far,

In earth’s vast embrace, you roam a while,

And soon enough, will end this trial.

The shadows linger, but light draws near,

Morning breaks through night's last fear.

Though the day may fade and bend,

The sun's rise knows no end, no end.

Do not tire, O traveler, do not tire.

The silenced voices now will claim,

The rights they’ve longed for, without shame.

What needs to be done, let it be loud,

What needs to be said, say it proud.

To live half-dead, just breathing air,

Is not a life to live or bear.

Do not tire, O traveler, do not tire.

Chains will shatter, heavy and tight,

And fortunes will wake from slumber’s blight.

How long shall the looting reign,

How long will rust mar swords with stains?

This world will not stand for lies,

That everyone defies, defies.

Do not tire, O traveler, do not tire.