Till Wrong Turns Right

Where can we flee from a world so cold?

Where can we run from the lies we’re told?

Oh, someone hear our silent cries,

And save us under darkened skies.

From killers’ hands and hollow eyes,

From evil schemes that never die.

We can’t endure — we’ve borne too much,

Our souls still ache for a gentle touch.

We dreamed once, as children dream,

Of skies so bright, of oceans’ gleam.

But now those hopes are cracked and dry,

Just fading echoes when we cry.

Yet no one's there to understand

I’m drowning in this broken land.

No strength to scream, no will to fight:

They’re killing us — do you not see?

Oh save what’s left… of you and me

Oh world, are you deaf to pain?

Blind to loss, to endless rain?

We are not numbers, not a score —

We are souls you can’t ignore.

What if it were your home, your land,

Torn apart by ruthless hands?

Would you still just turn away,

Scroll and sigh, then end your day?

The nights are long, the days are bare,

Our wounds still bleed, yet none repair.

The smoke that chokes, the walls that fall,

Do you not hear the children call?

Yet deep within, a flame still glows,

A spark of hope that ever grows.

Through darkest nights, we stand, we fight,

Till dawn shall break, till wrong turns right.

No chains can bind the human soul,

Together strong, we make it whole.

With every breath, with every tear,

We rise again, defy the fear.

And when the dust at last shall clear,

The voice of truth will still be near.

For every grave, a seed will rise,

And bloom beneath the freed-up skies.

In every heart, a tale untold,

Of courage fierce, of spirits bold.

Through storm and fire, we still remain,

Unbroken souls, through loss and pain.