In the shadowed alley where whispers dwell,
Lies the echo of a silenced plea,
Lost among the cries that fell,
Injustice reigns, unfettered, free.

Beneath the cloak of night, we stand,
Voices muted, hearts afire,
Bound by chains, an iron hand,
Hope flickers on a funeral pyre.

The weight of truth, a burden shared,
Yet justice hides behind closed doors,
In every tear, a soul ensnared,
In every heart, a silent war.

Rise, oh spirit, from the ground,
Let not the darkness steal your light,
Fight for those whose cries resound,
In the endless battle for the right.