In the streets where silence walks,
Beneath the neon’s fervent glow,
Whispers of change weave their threads,
In hearts where dreams dare to grow.

Voices echo through the night,
Seeking truth in shadows cast,
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
In the present, tied to the past.

Hands reach out across the divide,
Bridging worlds once thought apart,
Unity found in the quiet moments,
A shared pulse, a beating heart.

Yet in the rush of daily strides,
Amidst the clamor, often lost,
The call to listen, to truly see,
In society’s dance, what is the cost?