In the shadowed fields where whispers dwell,
Chains of sorrow bind stories untold.
Beneath the sun’s relentless spell,
Dreams of freedom silently unfold.

Through the night, the stars bear witness,
To tears that carve rivers in the dark.
Hope flickers amidst the stillness,
A silent prayer, a fading spark.

Hands that toil in relentless rhythm,
Hearts that yearn for distant shores.
In every breath, a silent schism,
Between the chains and what life implores.

Yet in the soul, a seed is sown,
Of courage, strength, and voices raised.
From the ashes, new dreams have grown,
In the light where freedom is praised.