In the heart of the archipelago, a flame did rise,
Andres Bonifacio, with fiery eyes,
A patriot true, a warrior bold,
His love for the motherland, an epic told.

In the shadowed alleys of Tondo's streets,
Where cries of oppression, the soul depletes,
There, he felt the pulse of a nation's pain,
And swore to break free from the oppressor's chain.

With courage as his armor, and love as his guide,
He rallied the masses, side by side,
For liberty's call, they marched as one,
Their voices echoing, 'til the battle was won.

Oh, Bonifacio, soul of the land,
Your passion ignites, a blazing brand,
In every heart that yearns for light,
You're the beacon that guides through the darkest night.

Through the fields and forests, he bravely trod,
His spirit unyielding, against all odds,
For every drop of blood, for every tear shed,
He fought for freedom, until his last breath.

Though time may pass, and memories fade,
The legacy of Bonifacio, will never degrade,
His love for the homeland, forever proclaimed,
In the annals of history, his valor engraved.

So let us honor, this hero of yore,
Whose love for the land, forevermore,
Inspires us to stand, with courage anew,
And carry on the fight, for freedom true.