Silence the birds till our souls are free,
Silence the waves till they feel what I feel,
Play melancholy on a flute,
My soul will listen to you,
Paint the sky with blood,
So you cannot avoid what is true,
Your silence is consent, it amounts to a sin,
Open your heart to the pain that I am drowning in.
Cry till the rivers cannot carry much more,
When you speak, I pray that they hear your call,
The sea won’t run dry nor will mountains fall,
If you try to understand that my blood is yours,
Anger pumps through my veins as we search for a cure, the pain that I carry is also yours.
Shout so that the wind quivers before you,
Light the candle within your soul with love,
Demand truth from all those who stand before you,
Personify your flame, don’t let it go out,
Let it glimmer through the darkest of nights,
Draw a vision and vow that you will always fight.
Silence the birds till our people breathe free,
Silence the waves till you feel as I feel,
Play tunes of hope on a flute,
My soul will smile with you,
Paint the sky with love,
The greatest canvas for a dove,
Your light will be me, we are fighting to win,
Light your flame to the pain that I am drowning in.
—Sanaah Sultan via Teresa Gill