O traveler!

O traveler! worn by winds of fate,

Whose feet have danced on paths of late,

Fear not the dusk, though shadows grow—

The dawn shall set your heart aglow.

Though silence hums a mournful tune,

And sorrow drowns the silver moon,

Within the dark, a spark remains—

A whisper breaking through the chains.

Each breath you take defies the night,

Each tear you shed births wings of light.

The stars above, though far, still gleam—

They stitch the sky with threads of dream.

O traveler! rise from weary rest,

With fire unquenched within your chest.

The lies that choked the voice of truth

Shall tremble 'neath the march of youth.

Let echoes lost to time be found,

Let names once hushed now thunder sound.

No tyrant's throne, no blade of shame

Shall snuff the torch of freedom’s flame.

Chains will crack and iron will rust,

Ashes blow from blood and dust.

For every wound, a flower shall bloom,

For every grave, we lift the gloom.

Press forward through the veil of fear,

Your heartbeat loud, your vision clear.

A world remade lies just ahead—

Where love shall rise, and hate lie dead.

So traveler, rise—your soul is aflame,

And dawn shall answer when you name

The dream you’ve carried, fierce and wide—

No longer lost, no need to hide.

O traveler bold! you are the song

That kept the stars alight so long.

With courage crowned, walk on, walk on—

For night is short, and soon... the dawn.