Roots of Revolt
City’s walls cold, streets whisper tales untold,Solo battles fought, no hands left to hold,Pride’s a fleeting shadow, a ghost in the night,God’s plan in struggle, dark turns into light.City chills cut deep, moments test my steel,Depend on self, no trust in a stranger’s deal,Can’t rely on no man, pride’s a fading trace,Struggle’s divine script, etched in time and space.Can we stand firm, as…









