In shadows cast by cruel designs,
Where whispers of the silent cry,
Beneath the weight of endless sighs,
The truth remains, unseen, denied.

The chains of power, tight and cold,
Bind dreams of freedom, stories untold,
A world where justice seems so bold,
Yet in the dark, the heart grows old.

Beneath the surface, pain does swell,
Injustice sings a lonesome knell,
The echoes of a silent bell,
Where countless souls in sorrow dwell.

But in the night, a hope does gleam,
A spark within the darkest dream,
For even in the harshest scheme,
The heart can find a way to scream.