In the midst of endless night, shadows dance,
Silent streets echo tales of dreams gone cold,
Families huddle in the embrace of chance,
Whispers of hope in stories yet untold.

Fields once golden, now barren and dry,
Winds of despair brush the weathered face,
Yet beneath the gray, a resilient sigh,
A flicker of light in the darkest place.

Children’s laughter fades to distant hums,
Empty tables tell of promises lost,
Yet in the heart, a quiet strength becomes,
A beacon of hope, no matter the cost.

Through the rubble, rises a gentle song,
Of unity, love, and hands that entwine,
In the silent march, the will to belong,
A testament to the enduring line.