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Daughters Of The Unfinished Fire (Rough)

[Verse 1] We were born from broken ceilings Dust in our lungs chalk on our tongues Names they never planned on teaching Hidden in the margins of a book in a language they tried to burn Mothers with their hands in the soil Gold under nails rage under veils Carrying the world like contraband Smuggling tomorrow in a cradle on a crowded train that never ran on time [Chorus] We are daughters of the unfinished fire Every spark a story they tried to erase From the witches to the workers in the factory choir We are every raised hand every unturned face We are daughters of the unfinished fire Writing new laws in the lines of our skin This is not the end of the fight it’s a warning (we’re not giving in) [Verse 2] Marching with a baby on the hip and a sign in the other hand Heart beating like a siren in a locked-down land Grandma’s wrists still remembering the chains of “be polite” Eyes like skylights finally letting in the riot of the night Names on posters chalk on the cobblestone Voices in the chambers where we once stood alone From the fields to the labs to the cold court stairs Every “sit down” turned to “take that chair” [Chorus] We are daughters of the unfinished fire Every spark a story they tried to erase From the witches to the workers in the factory choir We are every raised hand every unturned face We are daughters of the unfinished fire Writing new laws in the lines of our skin This is not the end of the fight it’s a warning (we’re not giving in) [Bridge] This is for the girl who learned to make herself small for the woman who finally took up a whole room For the bodies policed for the love they erased for the mothers who chose For the bodies policed This is for the girl who learned to make herself small for the woman who finally took up a whole room For the bodies policed for the love they erased for the mothers who chose for the ones who could not choose For the sister at the border with a number, not a name For the fighter in the mirror who is tired of being brave For the crowns made of care work unpaid unpraised For the ghosts in our blood who refused to behave [Chorus] We are daughters of the unfinished fire Every spark a story they tried to erase From the witches to the workers in the factory choir We are every raised hand every unturned face We are daughters of the unfinished fire Writing new laws in the lines of our skin This is not the end of the fight it’s a warning (we rise we rise) The song was created by the synergy of cooperation between Violetta Streltsova (DarkRedViolet), Suno, and Qwen AI. #music #synergy #womensday