In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of longing softly tread,
Lies a promise wrapped in fleeting light,
A path where many souls have fled.

The lure of solace, a fragile friend,
Paints illusions on a weary heart,
Yet, beneath the veil, begins the end,
As dreams and hopes are torn apart.

Awake to the echoes of silent cries,
Where lives are lost in shadows deep,
Rise against the tide, let truth arise,
And sow the seeds of hope we keep.

In unity, we find our strength to fight,
A beacon bright in the darkest hour,
Together we can turn the night,
And reclaim life from the drug’s power.