Broken String

Far away Far away Far away

Our hope is weaving at us

We ought to do better

Our current situation won't let us be

We fight day and night

For us to make changes

Still the fact 

We are not recognize

We starve ourselves

For a better future

We aren't able to witness the day

All-day long

Our generations keep to our dream

We kept our ancestors hope alive

We continue fighting for the hustle

We won't be intimidated by their power

Our sweat won't drain in vain

Our last breath will claim the victory

Shhh,

Take a minute of silence

Can't you hear the voice?

Didn't you feel the warmth?

You are not alone

Millions of soul are bestowed upon you

Won't you prevail in their faith?

Won't you fulfill their promise?

Their lives depend on our fate

How long must we keep mute?

How far will this hustle last?

When will their labor prevail?