In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in dimming light,
There lies a pain so deeply sown,
In hearts where seeds of fear are grown.

Behind closed doors and veiled eyes,
The scars of silence, hidden cries,
Women strong yet bound in chains,
By violence’s dark, unyielding reins.

Though bruises fade, the heart still bleeds,
From wounds unseen, yet needs and pleads,
For voices raised and strength to fight,
To shatter silence with the light.

Together we must stand and say,
No more shadows, no more gray,
For every soul deserves to be,
Free from fear, to simply be.