In the quiet corners where hope lies still,
Beneath the weight of whispers unspoken,
Lives a dream that once soared high,
Now shackled by the chains of silence.

Eyes that watch the skies with longing,
Yet find no stars to guide their way,
For in the depths of night’s embrace,
The light of freedom fades away.

Hands that reach for distant shores,
Only to be drawn back to the depths,
Where voices drown in the roaring tide,
And dreams are buried in the sands of time.

But in the heart of darkness, a flame endures,
A flicker of strength against the storm,
For even in the shadows of oppression,
The spirit’s whisper will not be torn.