They walk the streets, their heads down low,

Wearing the weight of centuries on their shoulders.

They keep their heads down, don't ask too much,

The silence they wear speaks louder than words.

They are possessed by monarchs,

They seem to be dead on the outside,

But probably one thing left inside

The pure heart of an innocent people.

They don't fight, they don't ask for more,

Just move with the tide, as they've always done.

But somewhere deep inside, there's a fire,

Hidden under the dust of a world they've never built.

Hands that have never touched the sky,

Eyes that have seen too much to believe.

They work for a dream that’s not their own,

But in the quiet moments, they remember who they are.

They are possessed by monarchs,

They seem to be dead on the outside,

But probably one thing left inside

The pure heart of an innocent people.

They don't fight, they don't ask for more,

Just move with the tide, as they've always done.

But somewhere deep inside, there's a fire,

Hidden under the dust of a world they've never built.

They don’t need gold, they don’t need fame,

They just want peace, they just want to be free.

One by one, they fall, but they rise again,

And the heart that was forgotten beats louder than ever.

They don't fight, they don't ask for more,

Just move with the tide, as they've always done.

But somewhere deep inside, there's a fire,

Hidden under the dust of a world they've never built.

The pure heart of an innocent people,

That’s what remains, that’s what will never die.