In the silent streets where shadows grew,
Men and women with hearts of lead,
Dreams once vibrant, now faded and blue,
In search of hope, where it once bled.

Fields lay barren under a sky so grey,
Homes echo with the cries of the past,
The laughter of children all but swept away,
By winds of change, cruel and fast.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A whisper of strength in the face of strife,
For even in sorrow, hope sustains,
The enduring spirit of life.

Through trials and tears, they held on tight,
Against the tide, they chose to stand,
For every dawn follows the longest night,
And together, they rebuilt this land.