Parthak کے بول

I am the one who make a new word to be hard I am the diamond carved in pain Warriors don't born from the gods They come from the men's angry I am the hand who hurt the vanity I am the Mars destiny Cell organisms have feeding me They give me strength to defeat the enemy I am the storm's fury Dancing over the arrogance Reflecting our cry for freedom Through the arms of resistance If I couldn't escape from the darkest night Without being afraid of danger If I couldn't get out of the cave Is like living without justice