We are the youth of Pakistan

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From the ashes, we rise like Kings.

From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs.

WIth each broken brick we build a home.

Our fate is made in our blood and stone.

You may take our bodies,

And you may take our life,

But never will you take our hope

That we will soon revive.

Gun powder will not silence us.

Death will not destroy us.

Like champions we stand.

Hidden from your fatal places. 

We are the children of this land.

An army strong of unmarked faces. 

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