In the quiet, where words are whispers,
And the light is but a memory’s trace,
Lives a strength beyond mere vision,
In the heart’s resilient grace.

Hands that speak in silent gestures,
Eyes that see with inner light,
They move through shadows undeterred,
Their spirits shining ever bright.

Faces turned toward unseen horizons,
Feet that tread on paths unknown,
Building bridges with their courage,
In a world they’ve made their own.

So, let us honor their silent battles,
And the dreams they fiercely chase,
For in their strength and quiet power,
Lies the beauty of the human race.