හවුල් ශ්‍රව්‍ය

Born in the Land of a Thousand Hills… where mouths were nearly shut… voices nearly muted… and heartbeats nearly halted… I voice out. My resurrected voice rises… to form a fearless chorus… that crosses borders… and claims its place… in a shared tapestry of nations… an awakening… that affirms: bound together we are… distant we are not.