Whenever I see them suffering my heart starts pounding, burning
Why does it have to happen? I keep asking myself repeatedly, finding no definite answers
Whenever I look at their eyes, I see a certain unexplainable deepness, some kind of a force?
I find it strange, yet astonishing
In the midst of chaos they continue to stand up against cruelty, I find it courageous
I see victory in their burning eyes; I see paradise in their surroundings
Courage Is will they tell, the will to continue towards the goal
Their eyes tell a story, the story of justice
They will fall, but rise up again stronger
I know it, because the eyes of justice will continue to fight tyranny till the end of days