Standing in the ashes, The echoes of our past, The smoke has cleared, There are shards of broken mirrors everywhere. We are standing at the crossroads, Afraid but not alone. A thousand missing faces, A story of a rose. In honour of their sacrifice, A new life can be born. I’m grateful and I leave this world, With no regrets at all. As life is pouring out of me, With all the power left in me, I raise my voice… Revolution!