In the silent whisper of the night,
A choice unfolds like petals in the dark,
A strength unseen, yet burning bright,
Guided by the heart’s own mark.

Voices rise, a chorus of the brave,
In every echo, a story untold,
Bound by love, the power to save,
In their hands, a future to hold.

The path they tread, lined with grace,
Each step a testament to inner might,
In the face of judgment, they find their place,
Embracing shadows to walk in light.

Let them stand, unwavering in their truth,
A beacon of hope, fierce and free,
In every choice, a seed of youth,
Nurturing the dream of what could be.