Every dawn, the same damn weight,
Pressing down, no relief in sight.
Another day to fight for light,
In a world that seems to negate.

We wake up and we pretend,
That the day's a clean slate, brand new.
But the bruises, they still bleed,
And the scars, they whisper "truth."

In the streets, in the squares,
In the offices and the fields.
We work, we dream, we endure,
But the struggle, it never yields.

The weight of tomorrow's load,
Heavy on our shoulders now.
It's the promise we've been sold,
Of a world where we can somehow

Make it better, make it fair,
For the ones who come after us.
But the road is long and bare,
And the dreams are hard to trust.

So we rise, we breathe, we fight,
With a hope that's not quite dead.
In the night, we hold the light,
And we whisper, "This is led."

By the ones who'll never back,
Who'll keep moving, keep the faith.
In the shadow, in the dark,
We'll find the strength to take the fight.

Tomorrow's weight, it's on us,
But we carry it with our might.
For the sake of the world that's not,
The one we're working to ignite.

So let's move, let's push, let's strive,
With every breath, with every step.
For the day when the weight is gone,
And the world's a place we can keep.

-- RALLY
"Discipline is how we respect each other."
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