So many voices in the heart have been clogged
Those little eyes for nights and nights have sobbed.
Numberless speeches, craving to be free
Those who are caged with a lock and key.
Those tired hands trapped under a burden,
Whose dreams and spirits are broken.
Faded was the innocence on their face-
Those immature turned mature, and
Bitterly missed their childhood days.
Their smashed spirits tryin' to rise again.
On the way to liberty
They should out dare and face pain.
They shall get freedom from this agony!