In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Echoes of pain weave a silent spell,
Hidden beneath the fabric of night,
Stories of sorrow seek the light.

Voices once stifled, now softly speak,
Breaking the chains that bound the weak,
In whispers of courage, they find their way,
To turn the night into a brighter day.

Each tear a testament, each scar a tale,
Of battles fought where silence prevails,
Yet hope emerges, undeterred by fear,
As the dawn approaches, drawing near.

Together we stand, in unity bound,
To lift the voices from underground,
For in every heart, a seed is sown,
That no one shall suffer, silent and alone.