In the heart of crowded cities, shadows stretch wide,
Where silent cries echo through alleys unseen,
Children play on uneven fields, dreams denied,
In the corners where the light has never been.

The towers of progress rise high, an iron wall,
Yet beneath their gaze, the weary souls tread,
Hopes are stitched with threads too thin, too small,
And promises of change remain unsaid.

In the quiet of night, when stars retreat,
The whispered tales of struggle find no ear,
Hands that toil in silence, dreams incomplete,
In the fabric of a world that doesn’t hear.

Yet still, the dawn brings a hint of light anew,
In every heart that beats with strength untold,
For though the road is long, the steps are true,
And in unity, a brighter world unfolds.