In shadows cast by whispered fears,
A silent struggle, year by year.
Beneath the surface, strength does grow,
In hearts that fight, yet few may know.
Each heartbeat echoes tales untold,
Of courage fierce, and spirits bold.
In every breath, a testament lies,
To those who rise where darkness cries.
The world may turn, with eyes unseeing,
Yet within, a flame of being.
With gentle hands and hopeful grace,
They carve their path, their rightful place.
Though silence lingers in the air,
These warriors stand, beyond despair.
In unity, their voices blend,
A melody that shall not end.