Part 1:A path to freedom
We have gone through a lifetime of lives wasted and tears shed in silence
Where some lived as kings while others, for a fair life, begged every day
Yet a voice dared to speak up and more have been following ever since
And now nothing, no guns, rocks or fires can keep those voices at bay
Then for our dream, brave souls willingly paid the price
So for their sake, we will fight on and make them proud
An turn the devils who killed them into trembling mice
And we will prove that an honest voice can beat a crowd
Part 2: our shadowy freedom
Nowadays before you leave home, you should always say goodbye
Because once you step outside your door, you will most likely die
Not in an old fashioned car accident, no riding the train is the new style
And more and more innocent blood is flowing in our once pure Nile
And all we have are stories of a hidden hand that can never be found
That decides who gets to go home and who lies forever underground
Who makes a mother think when she hugs her son
Oh god! Protect him and don't let this be my last one
And if we ask, the only answer we hear is that he did this, they did that
Or about a dictator and a pile of bodies that he created and on which he sat
So our conclusion is that half the population is dead and the rest is on the way
And hoping to god that Egypt is not lost forever is all that we have left to say
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