The South Still Calls

[Verse 1]
Where are you, Sayyid Musa, where’s the voice that faced the pain?
The South is calling through the smoke, your name inside the rain.
Homes have fallen on their families; a child cries in the cold,
And every broken doorway keeps the stories we once told.

[Chorus]
Come and see us, Sayyid Musa—see the tears, the shattered ground,
A mother calling for her son; a child still searching, round and round.
We haven’t lost your voice, we haven’t let your promise die:
Free the South, defend the right—let dignity rise high.

[Verse 2]
From the rubble, we keep shouting: we remember what you said.
We remember every plea for justice, every word that raised our heads.
The wounded land still bears the weight; the grieving still stand tall,
And though the night has buried homes, it cannot bury all.

[Bridge]
We want our dignity, our stars, our homes returned once more.
We want the truth to guard the weak, and justice at the door.

[Outro]
Sayyid Musa, hear us calling through the dust and pain:
The South still holds your name.