PEACE, BUT POWERFUL
In the quiet wind it rises,
Golden light across the sky.
Three red lines of ancient stories,
Still alive, they never die.
They tried to hide its meaning,
They tried to bury what we knew.
But symbols born from truth and memory
Always find their way back through.
Peaceful, but powerful,
A flag they fear the most.
It carries every promise,
Every loss, every ghost.
Gentle, but unbreakable,
It stands where we stand too.
The yellow flag keeps shining,
Because we remember you.
Allies turned away in silence,
Enemies denied its name.
But still it moves through every heartbeat,
Soft and steady like a flame.
They call it gone, they call it faded,
But they tremble when it flies.
For nothing shakes the ones who lost it
More than what they can’t erase.
Peaceful, but powerful,
A flag they fear the most.
It carries every promise,
Every loss, every ghost.
Gentle, but unbreakable,
It stands where we stand too.
The yellow flag keeps shining,
Because we remember you.
No matter where the winds may turn,
No matter what they try to do,
The symbol lives in every soul
Who still believes in truth.