In the quiet corners of the night,
Where dreams are shackled, dimmed in flight,
Echoes of footsteps, heavy and slow,
Trace the paths where shadows grow.

Beneath the weight of whispered fears,
Silent cries fall on deafened ears,
Yet in the heart, a flicker remains,
A spark of hope in the darkened plains.

The hands that bind, unseen, untold,
Wrap around stories left to unfold,
But through the cracks, the light seeps in,
To nurture courage deep within.

Rise, oh spirit, against the tide,
For no more shall the truth abide,
Break the chains, let freedom ring,
In the dawn, new voices sing.