In the basement, by candlelight,
We scrawl our dreams and our fights.
With glue and scissors, we stitch,
Our voices raised, our spirits rich.
No stage is too small to stand tall,
The walls echo with a whispered call:
"Make it real, make it last."
Punk ethics in every cast.
Visions of change in our heads,
A zine in hand, a heart that bled.
For the lost and the broken ones,
We build a home where they're not alone.
No one's too cool to pitch in,
Each task done right, no need for finery within.
DIY isn't just about making do,
It's about doing it with the truth.
In the chaos of our dreams' birth,
We learn to be fierce but not hurt.
To channel rage into action's might,
And keep each other safe through the night.
When dawn breaks and reality bites,
We carry on, no room for white lies.
The work is hard, the stakes are high,
But we're here till the day we die.
This is our fight, this is our crew,
In the dark of the unknown true.
DIY in the heart of it all,
Where nothing's perfect but everything stands tall.
-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
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