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Verse 1 Under a roof of faded tin, He tunes old strings and lets light in. His songs forbidden, quiet yet bold, Stories whispered, never told. Chorus All the roads he walks tonight, were paved by hands who fought for right. He strums the truth they longed to sing, their hope still hums on open strings. Verse 2 The wind still carries distant cries, Of voices lost, but dreams that rise. He plays for them—for all who tried, Who carved their freedom side by side. Bridge If fear should knock and silence near, He’ll lean on memory’s song so clear. For every word and every tune, Is borrowed sunlight, not his alone. Chorus All the roads he walks tonight, Were paved by hands who sparked the fight. He strums the hope that freedom brings— Their spirit lives in open strings.
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