In the shadows where whispers dwell,
Lies a heart that’s learned to quell,
The yearning for a fleeting high,
Beneath the dark, an endless sky.

Voices call from a distant shore,
Promising peace, but leaving more,
Scars unseen by the naked eye,
Dreams that fade, and hopes that die.

The nights are long, the days are gray,
In the grip of chains that sway,
A silent plea, a desperate cry,
For freedom’s breath, for wings to fly.

Yet in the darkest hour of night,
A spark ignites, a fight for light,
The dawn awaits, a new day’s dawn,
The strength to break, to carry on.