In the silence of the evening, whispers linger,
Soft echoes of a past that grows tired and weary.
In every moment, a story untold,
A heart beating softly, a tale yet to fold.
But in the stillness of the night,
A lioness awakens, ready for her fight.
No longer will she bow, no longer will she yield,
For she knows her worth, her power concealed.
So let her roar, let her voice be heard,
Let the mountains tremble at her every word.
Levi Sap Nei Thang, a journey of strength,
Of scars and wounds, a testimony’s length.
For in the midst of pain and sacrifice,
She stands tall, her spirit unbroken, her resolve precise.
Let her roar like a lion, fierce and strong,
For she is the hero of her own song.