In the shadowed corners of a bustling street,
Where dreams are whispered, but rarely heard,
A voice cries out beneath the city’s heartbeat,
Drowned by the noise, yet yearning for the word.

Children play on pavements cracked and worn,
Their laughter mingles with the city’s sigh,
In every smile, a future yet unborn,
In every tear, a question asking why.

The hungry eyes of those left far behind,
Searching for hope in a world so vast,
In silence, they speak of the ties that bind,
Of histories forgotten, shadows cast.

Yet still, within these stories intertwined,
A spark of change ignites a path anew,
For every voice united, unconfined,
Can shape the world with courage, bold and true.