In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Whispers of hunger softly tell
Of dreams deferred, hopes that fade,
In the silence, stories are made.

Beneath the stars in the chilly night,
Eyes search for a flicker of light,
In every heartbeat, a silent plea,
For a world where all are free.

The winds carry tales of yesterday,
Of promises broken, swept away,
Yet in the dust, seeds of hope remain,
Waiting for the gentle rain.

Through the cracks, the light may seep,
In the barren land where shadows creep,
Rise, oh spirit, with strength anew,
For dreams can blossom, even in the dew.