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This Time We Rise 1 by Thembi

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This Time We Rise 1

Anthemic Pop

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ash-salted breath at the rim of a glass-of-dawn,
one slow iron pulse beneath a sky half-drawn,
footsteps whisper on the seam where night unglues,
soft as a promise, humming under muted shoes.
feel the iron pulse begin to wake,
colors crack like stained glass, lines start to break,
every quiet ember learns to edge the flame,
a single spark remembers its own name.
we rise through the flames, unstoppable and wide,
from silence into sound, a single tide,
the storm inside shifts into a steadier guide,
in this first light we find how to come alive.
echoes of yesterday taste like copper and rain,
calloused hands keep the ledger of their pain,
each scar a map, each breath a file of miles,
we relearn how to stand and trade the shakes for smiles.
feel the iron pulse become a drum,
colors flood and break—listen to it come,
every step grows louder than the step before,
the earth remembers why we keep on asking for more.
we rise through the flames—bruised, reconciled,
forged in ash and storm, crowns tempered in the wild,
the cost is carved into skin, the victory compiled,
this time we carry what we earned, not what was left behind.
i count the fragments of who i used to be,
stitch them into wings, stitch them into me,
spent all my fear like coins to buy a dawn,
found a heart in the ruins and held on.
beneath the ash an iron rhythm grows,
a steady, stubborn drum where the old ember glows,
we traded quiet for a fiercer fight,
every broken edge refracts a shard of light.
we rise through the flames, louder than the clouds!
from whisper to a roar, we tear the hush down loud!
forged into a choir of voices, proud and unbowed!
now—this time we don't fall; this time we rise out!
we rise—this time we don't fall; this time we rise!
ring the glass of dawn, ash still on our palms,
a last drum fills the air and the chorus calms,
in this widened light, forever we'll stride,
from the quiet dawn to the fire—we rise.