Seven of cards,
Ace of spades,
Clear the debris before the raids,
Shining bright like a star,
Never near, never far.
From earth we rise to clear the mist,
Ascended from hells unclenched fist,
For light to shine strong and proud,
With a lion’s strength and roar so loud.
We fell and rose to protect and learn,
For this world cannot burn,
We’ll heal and keeps the lights shining bright,
To stop the sickness winning this fight.
It isn’t about coming first, second or third,
But to open your wings and discover your bird,
For freedom, hope and to know who we are,
Because inside all of us is a shining star.
We have the power, the might, and will,
All we have to do is learn to be still.