In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Lies a story only silence can tell.
With every whispered breath, a heart pleads,
In a world where want and need intercede.

Amidst the whispers of the bold and the free,
Lies a realm hidden, where dreams cease to be.
A child’s laughter masked by hunger’s call,
In the silent streets where hope might fall.

Hands reach out in the cold night’s air,
Seeking warmth and a soul to care.
Yet in the echo of prosperity’s song,
A symphony of needs plays on too long.

Still, beneath the weight of endless night,
Flickers a flame, a resilient light.
For in the heart where shadows reside,
Lives the strength to stand, and never hide.