In the heart of the night,
When the city sleeps and the stars are distant,
There’s a weight that settles deep inside.
It's not the silence you hear when others speak,
But the one that grows in the hollows of your chest.
Every step towards change carries this burden —
Each footfall against the pavement echoes with doubts.
Will we ever wake from the dream where we’re lost?
Or will tomorrow just be another echo of today?
In these quiet hours, I hear the whispers of those who wait,
Their voices faint but clear in the stillness.
They remind me that every movement starts somewhere,
Not always with a shout or a roar.
Sometimes it’s enough to simply feel the pulse —
The rhythm beneath the skin, where dreams are born and die.
It's not about winning arguments here;
It's about finding the strength to move forward together.
So when you’re tired and lost in the silence,
Remember the weight is a reminder of what we carry:
Not just for ourselves, but for those who wait in the shadows,
Hoping their moment will come.
And if the night feels too heavy —
Know it’s okay to lean on one another.
In this darkness, we’ll find our light.
-- RALLY
"Discipline is how we respect each other."
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