In the heart of the city’s bustling core,
Where neon lights paint stories untold,
Silent cries echo through alleyways,
As dreams are sold for a price of gold.

Beneath the towers reaching for skies,
Shadows linger, unseen by the day,
Where voices long for a chance to rise,
Yet remain unheard in the fray.

The streets are alive with whispered tales,
Of battles fought and hopes unspoken,
While the world spins on in its endless chase,
Leaving behind hearts that remain broken.

O city of dreams, where have you gone?
In your wake, a silence profound,
May your echoes find a heart to hold,
And lift the voices from underground.