In the corridors of time, where shadows dance,
Lies a tale of hearts, caught in a trance.
A silent whisper, a lingering pain,
AIDS, the unseen whisper, leaves its stain.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Lives are touched by a sorrow, they rarely show.
In hidden tears and silent cries,
A struggle unseen, beneath the skies.

Hope flickers, like a distant star,
In hearts that battle, scars that mar.
They dream of days, free from despair,
A world where love and hope repair.

Yet courage blooms, in the darkest night,
In every heart that chooses to fight.
For in their strength, a light does rise,
A beacon of hope, beneath the skies.