We were kids with fire in our eyes,
Dreaming of a world beyond their lies.
Every street, every corner, felt like ours,
Believing we could move mountains, change stars.

But shadows of doubt were all around,
Whispers of “you’ll never turn it around.”

Wise people were silent, they only smiled,
Letting us dream, let us run wild.
They let us fight, let us fall, let us learn,
Until the truth hit, and the world made us burn.

We painted our visions on broken walls,
Shouted for justice in empty halls.
Every heartbeat, a warcry of our youth,
Seeking the meaning, chasing the truth.

But shadows of doubt were all around,
Whispers of “you’ll never turn it around.”

Wise people were silent, they only smiled,
Letting us dream, let us run wild.
They let us fight, let us fall, let us learn,
Until the truth hit, and the world made us burn.

Now we stand where the echoes fade,
Lessons learned in the games we played.
Yet somewhere inside, that fire remains,
A child’s hope that still breaks the chains.

Wise people were silent, they only smiled,
Letting us dream, let us run wild.
They let us fight, let us fall, let us learn,
Until the truth hit, and the world made us burn.