Ink-stained hands, a restless pen,
Questions asked again and then.
Chasing truth through noise and spin,
Letting light where dark had been.

No armor worn, just words that see—
Journalism stands for honesty.

Seven voices, one heartbeat,
From small dreams to global streets.
Scars turned gold, pain into art,
Each song stitched from a human heart.

They speak of fear, they shout “love me,”
Teach the world: be who you can be.
Not just idols on a stage—
BTS is courage at every age. 💜