Beneath the sky, where shadows play,
Lies a world in disarray.
Divided hearts, divided minds,
Searching for the ties that bind.

In whispered words and silent cries,
The pain of history never dies.
Yet hope remains, a steady light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

We dream of days when hate will cease,
When every soul can live in peace.
A tapestry of every hue,
Woven strong and woven true.

So let us stand with hearts aligned,
To break the chains that history binds.
Together, we can forge a path,
Beyond the color line at last.