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(INTRO) (instrumental / distant strings)
The city breathes the ocean air,
Australia sleeps in summer light,
no warning signs, no sirens yet—
one second from a shattered world.
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(VERSE I)
He sat in a café, an ordinary day,
Sydney sunlight, nothing in the way,
two little daughters waiting back at home,
a quiet life, a heart of stone and bone.
Then gunshots cracked the open sky,
panic rose, the crowd ran dry,
but he stood up without a sound,
no weapon, no shield—just solid ground.
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(VERSE II)
Between parked cars, the moment froze,
Bondi Beach held its breath in rows,
he saw the killer moving fast,
hate in his eyes, the die was cast.
He wasn’t trained, he wasn’t armed,
no badge, no name, no promised charm,
just one man knowing deep inside:
if no one moves, more people die.
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(CHORUS)
With bare hands against the gun,
in Australia, under the southern sun,
one man stood where fear should reign,
and broke the cycle, broke the chain.
With bare hands against the hate,
no flag, no faith decides your fate,
just courage born in seconds’ flame,
when turning back is not the same.
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(VERSE III)
He rushed from behind, the world went slow,
metal screamed, then silence broke,
a struggle, a fall, the weapon gone,
life returned with the rising dawn.
Four bullets torn into his frame,
but still he stood, without a name,
not for glory, not for praise,
just to stop death in its tracks that day.
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(BRIDGE) (orchestral / choir)
They call him Muslim, they call him foreign,
but courage has no border drawn in,
the shooter prayed, the hero too—
only one chose what humans should do.
A father. A son. A man who said:
“Enough. It ends here. Not today.”
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(CHORUS II) (bigger choir + guitars)
With bare hands against the gun,
Bondi Beach, Australia—one by one,
the world stood still, then spoke his name,
a hero born from human flame.
With bare hands against the dark,
one brave act ignited a spark,
this is how the innocent live—
by those who stand, by those who give.
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(OUTRO) (piano / fading strings)
His father prays beneath foreign skies,
the ocean keeps that moment alive,
and Australia remembers the day
when a man chose life…
with bare hands.
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