In the shadows of whispered words,
Lies a battle often unseen,
Where dreams are clipped, wings unheard,
Yet hearts still dare to dream.

Silent screams echo in crowded halls,
As voices are drowned in doubt,
Bound by invisible walls,
With courage seeking a way out.

The weight of tradition holds them tight,
Yet resilience blooms in the night,
For every tear that falls in fright,
A spark ignites, burning bright.

Through quiet strength and gentle hands,
They rise against the tide,
In unity, the world understands,
Change is where hope resides.