In the quiet streets, where echoes fade,
We find ourselves in a somber parade.
Masks hide smiles, eyes tell tales,
Of days when freedom’s wind prevails.

Homes become sanctuaries, walls our shields,
Against the unseen foe that fields.
Yet in this solitude, we find,
Strength in the ties that bind.

Nature heals as we retreat,
Birds sing in the sun’s gentle heat.
A pause in time, a breath so rare,
Reminds us to hold each other with care.

Through the trials, a light does gleam,
Of hope, of unity, and a shared dream.
For though apart, we stand as one,
Until the battle’s finally won.