Rising from the Ashes

The winds of war, they howl and scream,

A thunderous march, a broken dream.

April skies above are turning gray,

On the streets of Poland, shadows play,

Boots on cobblestones, hearts beat fast,

Whispers of freedom, but they won’t last.

Families gather in the night,

Hope flickers dimly, lost from sight,

They stand together, hand in hand,

To fight for a future, to make a stand.

Hear the sirens in the distance call,

A nation rising, we will not fall.

With courage like a raging flame,

We’ll not surrender, we will reclaim.

Fields once green, now stained with tears,

Echoes of laughter turn into fears.

Walls are closing, history’s made,

But the spirit of the brave won’t fade.

Through the darkness, we find our light,

With every heartbeat, we’ll stand and fight,

The echoes of freedom are drawing near,

Together in strength, we’ll persevere.

Hear the sirens in the distance call,

A nation rising, we will not fall.

With courage like a raging flame,

We’ll not surrender, we will reclaim.

From ashes we will rise anew,

In every heart, a story true.

Love and resistance, bonds will tie,

For Poland’s spirit will never die.

So let the winds of change arise,

We’ll stand together 'neath these skies,

For every battle, every scar,

The fight for freedom is who we are.