[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Beneath the shadows of a tightening hand,
Students marched where the silenced once stood.
Ink and fire, their voices unplanned,
A nation’s cry rose from the mud.
Midnight’s grip met the break of day,
Whispers of freedom carved in their pain,
Every step, a price they would pay,
For a future where justice might reign.
[Chorus]
Oh, the dawn after midnight calls,
Through the cracks where the tyranny falls.
With their tears, they wrote the creed,
In the heart of the brave, Bangladesh bleeds.
From the ashes, their voices ignite,
A thousand stars reclaim the night.
[Verse 2]
Sheikh Hasina’s throne, now fractured and frail,
The streets roared with the weight of the truth.
Youthful hands held the scales,
Their sacrifice, the seed of our roots.
Banners of hope in the storm’s cruel dance,
A legacy forged where the martyrs lie,
No crown can crush a soul’s advance,
When pride becomes the battle cry.
[Chorus]
Oh, the dawn after midnight calls,
Through the cracks where the tyranny falls.
With their tears, they wrote the creed,
In the heart of the brave, Bangladesh bleeds.
From the ashes, their voices ignite,
A thousand stars reclaim the night.
[Bridge]
The river weeps for the ones swept away,
But their dreams still pulse in the clay.
A dictator’s fall, a nation’s rebirth,
The cost of freedom—the b***d of the earth.
[Chorus]
Oh, the dawn after midnight calls,
Through the cracks where the tyranny falls.
With their tears, they wrote the creed,
In the heart of the brave, Bangladesh bleeds.
From the ashes, their voices ignite,
A thousand stars reclaim the night.
[Outro]
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**Language of Input Content**: English
