Shadows we dwell, awaiting a voice, a beacon to rise,
A voice that proclaims, "We are fine," yet conceals the pain inside.

Yearning for a generation to hold the torch of a new morn's light,
To step forward, to declare, "It's time for our collective flight."

Seeking a leader, steadfast as the towering peak of a mountain high,
A leader who echoes, "Rise, my kin, to touch the boundless sky."

That leader resides within us, in the hearts of...