In the corners of whispered streets,
Where shadows dance with untold fears,
Lies the echo of forgotten dreams,
Bound by chains of yesteryear’s tears.

Faces painted with the hues of dusk,
Speak a language lost to the blind,
Their stories carved in the silent dust,
A testament to a world unkind.

Through the prism of unseen eyes,
Hope flickers like a timid flame,
Yet in the heart where truth lies,
Love and justice dare to reclaim.

Let us rise beyond the ancient scars,
Embrace the dawn of unity’s song,
For beneath the skin, beneath the stars,
We are one, where we all belong.