In fields where shadows whisper low,
Beneath the burning sun’s cruel glow,
The chains of old still bind the free,
In dreams of what could never be.

Through nights where hope is but a spark,
And freedom’s song is sung in dark,
The souls once sold in blood and pain,
Seek solace from the endless rain.

Upon the waves of history’s tides,
Their stories sail with silent cries,
In every step and every breath,
The echoes of their living death.

Yet in the heart where courage grows,
A seed of change in silence sows,
For though the past may haunt our way,
The dawn will bring a brighter day.