Verse 1 I never asked for statues. Never dreamed of a Gandhi path. I wasn’t chasing glory I was compelled by what I saw I saw a soul in need, empty. A voice stripped of its dignity. I saw the weight of injustice While others looked away. They pulled their curtains tighter. Turned comfort into a creed. But once I hear suffering I cannot unring what I saw, heard, screamed ⸻ Pre-Chorus Justice has a heartbeat. If you listen, you will hear. It whispers to the willing— “STAND RIGHT HERE” ⸻ Chorus I am no hero. Heroes wear the names that others choose to give. I saw the broken. I heard the silence I heard needs scream I chose the life I lived Call me stubborn. Call me reckless. Call me trouble if you must. I am an Activist— no more, no less, just someone who stood up against humanities injustice ⸻ Verse 2 (Oriana imagery) Three shots tore through my body. I kissed cold concrete, blood and stone. Dragged down stairs Left for dead all alone. They counted me with the lifeless, Threw me in a morgue bodies trashed high Then darkness cracked wide open. Silence spoke: “There’s still work unfinished… Go back among the living.” ⸻ Pre-Chorus Every scar becomes a headline. Every wound a witness stand. Truth survives the bullets when WE ALL take a stand. ⸻ Chorus I am no hero. Heroes know the day they become one. They see the fire… Run toward the burning sun while others turn and run. But I’m an activist My weapon is writing. My sword is marching. My power is I refused to go silent To disappear. Truth outlives the tyrants— Justice eventually rules the day Year after year New cries capture good souls ears ⸻ Bridge Some of us carry cameras. Some carry signs. Some carry children Some cross enemy lines Some carry questions that tyrants dread. Some light candles until darkness is shed The world calls me a hero… I call it STANDING UP Following a righteous breeze Yeah, I am no hero. I simply could not pretend I did not see. If courage has a birthplace, it begins the moment WE SAY “NOT TODAY.” If they silence one voice, another MUST rise. If they bury one witness, Another MUST give birth TRUTH MUST STAY ALIVE I am no hero… But a voice - an activist that would not leave Till justice Had its day in court And maybe… a hero is just one day In the life Of an activist
