The Breaking Chains
The chains of custom, long they bind,
A girl's potential is left behind.
But voices rise, a chorus strong,
To break the chains, where they belong.
They fight for justice, hand in hand,
Against the wrongs, across the land.
For equality, a right to claim,
Their voices rise, a burning flame.
The breaking chains, a symbol bold,
Of dreams and futures, yet untold.
They fight for freedom, every day,
To break the chains, and pave the way.
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