In shadows where dreams quietly tread,
Voices rise in a muted hue,
Bound by chains of silence spread,
Yearning for skies vast and blue.

Fields where opportunity lies,
Yet narrow paths reveal the tale,
Of dreams confined by ancient ties,
In a world where one voice prevails.

But in the hearts of those unseen,
A fire burns with fierce delight,
Seeking paths where all can glean,
The dawn of fair and equal light.

So let us weave with threads of gold,
A tapestry where all can be,
In stories new and yet untold,
A future bright for you and me.