In the fields where whispers mourn,
Beneath the sunâs relentless glare,
Souls once bound by chains forlorn,
Yearning for freedom’s tender air.
Shadows dance on weary feet,
Echoes of cries linger still,
Dreams of liberty bittersweet,
Hearts unbroken by iron will.
Songs of sorrow, songs of hope,
Rise like dawnâs gentle light,
Through the darkened skies they cope,
Seeking justice in the night.
Though the past is etched in pain,
Courage thrives in every scar,
Breaking chains, they rise again,
Stars that guide from afar.