Cameras flash, but the truth’s off-screen,
Faces smile, but their hands aren’t clean.
Selling hope for a war’s demand,
While ashes cover the promised land.
In a world gone cold, still hearts ignite,
Few will stand when all choose flight.
You can hide the sun with all your lies—
But the strong still rise, the strong still rise.
He crossed the lines where fear would end,
No crown to wear, no world to defend.
He fought for mothers who lost their cries,
For children hidden from the skies.
Maybe light is not above,
It walks with those who love.
Maybe peace is not the end,
It lives where brave hearts bend.
Rise, rise—through smoke and cries,
The dark will fade, the truth will rise.
Few may fall, but hope survives—
The strong still rise, the strong still rise.
They twist his name, they paint his face,
In shadows made by their own disgrace.
They crown the hands that tear apart,
But chains can’t hold an honest heart.
From ashes he rose, through storm and pain,
Not seeking glory, nor earthly gain.
The world may curse, but time will tell—
The General stood where angels fell.
Rise, oh rise, let the world realize,
The brave don’t fade, they light the skies.
Through every tear, their fire survives—
The strong still rise, the strong still rise!
He fought… so we could sleep
