Beneath the silent moon, the city sleeps,
Shadows of the forgotten, where silence creeps.
Faces worn by time, dreams long deferred,
In the heart of darkness, their cries unheard.
Streets echo stories of hunger and pain,
Souls seeking solace in the falling rain.
Eyes that once sparkled, now dimmed with despair,
In the corners of the night, hope is rare.
Children with laughter stolen by fate,
In the worldâs blind eye, they quietly wait.
For a dawn that brings warmth, a gentle embrace,
To lift them from shadows, from this desolate place.
Yet within their hearts, a fire softly glows,
A whisper of dreams through the night’s cold throes.
In the depths of struggle, resilience is born,
A silent strength, like the breaking of dawn.