From Luzon to Mindanao, echoes are heard
Fighting for liberation, blood was shed
In every soul, in every word
Kalayaan was a concept bred.
The past remains in history’s unveiling
Culture in every language survives
Conquerors may try re-binding
But nationality is what Filipino revives.
A colorful tapestry we weave,
Dreams and stories, we cleave
Chains of power, we break
One language, we speak
Islands and islets, we were divided
But in words and faith, we resisted
A language woven with class we paraded
A legacy in speech renewed
Amidst the conquerors grip, we found a voice
With teachings foreign, we found a choice
In our own language, we rejoice
Resilient as ever amidst the noise.
In the mountains played cowboy tunes
As Igorots danced among the runes
Igorots proud, Igorots strong
They tapped and hopped the sound of gongs.
Languages may be introduced in school
But Filipino won’t lose it’s cool
Still the language that our heart speaks
Protected and loved, even blood may leak.
From northern peaks to southern shores,
The Filipino language speaks an ancient lore,
In every phrase, our spirit shines,
A nation’s strength, in every line.
So let us speak with pride and grace,
The language we own, we must embrace
In every mind, in every home,
Our language is where we belong.