In a world spun with silent threads,
Where whispers of the past still cling,
The echoes of unspoken words,
And dreams that never took to wing.

The weight of glances, heavy and cold,
In a room where voices dare not rise,
The chains of tradition, ancient and bold,
Bind the spirit that seeks the skies.

Yet through the cracks, the light does seep,
A flicker of hope, a call to mend,
For in unity, hearts awaken from sleep,
To break the cycle and ascend.

Stand strong, for change is in the air,
With courage, let the silence cease,
Together, weave a future fair,
A tapestry of love and peace.