In the silence of whispered cries,
Where shadows dance in muted halls,
A world divided, truth denies,
As justice slips and slowly falls.
Through veils of prejudice and fear,
The colors blend, yet still we part,
While hearts of stone refuse to hear,
The tender plea of every heart.
Beneath the weight of ancient chains,
Dreams wilt in dim, forgotten light,
Yet hope persists through endless rains,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Rise, voices strong, and shatter walls,
Unite the hands once held apart,
For love and truth, the future calls,
To heal the world with open heart.