



i march to my battlefield. weapon in hand. got a flower in my pocket and a flag above me. my voice is my power, my heart is my shield. fearing not the weapons they use on me. i hand them my flower as they stand amazed. i speak words of power, they seem to fade away. the trumpets blare with songs of freedom. this is our first step to a revolution. inheriting the dreams of those before us while passing on ours to the future. we meet destiny and embrace our new awakening. the enlightenment is pure, and so is our love. the love we spread to those who will hear it. we are the inspiration of the culture for an entire generation. seeking peace and clarity we try to stop this war. on the forefronts, the backdrops, and somewhere in between, we rise and unite. this is a beautiful thing. people all around turn their eyes to us now. we speak our message. it’s our rEVOLution. if we had one thing to tell the world, we’d say what we must. so we do. through musical notes we chant our words of truth. love. it’s easy.










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