Youth of Eelam
We are the storm the world denied,
The fire that history that couldn't hide.
From broken homes, to stolen lands,
We rise with heavy iron in our hands.
No ruler’s crown, no soldier’s gun,
Can dim the light of what’s begun.
Through exile’s night, through prison’s bars,
We carry Eelam in our scars.
We are not ashes—we are the furious flame,
We speak our truth, we name our name.
The youth of Eelam, fierce and free,
Will fight until our people see.
O youth of Eelam, fierce, untamed,
We guard the truth, we bear the flame,
Against all odds, we rise, we fight,
For justice, freedom, and our right.
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