I
In nights consumed by fear’s embrace,
Shadows hide behind anger’s face;
Truth is banished, conscience fades,
As silence deepens, hope decays.
II
Eyes are weeping within the night,
Arms grow weary in muted plight;
Dreams corroded by dread’s command,
Voices stolen of joy and stand.
III
Yet every word with honor shines,
A gentle light through dark confines;
Language is more than tongue’s refrain,
It sparks the soul, ignites hope’s flame.
IV
Each voice of courage, firm and clear,
Breaks walls of lies the false revere;
The faithful word shall never fall,
For truth is its eternal call.
V
Not swords that cut the binding chain,
But words of hope that still remain;
Not rage that shouts in hollow cry,
But love that speaks and dares defy.
VI
So lift your voice, let none be still,
With words of love, the land rebuild;
Language shall guide when paths are lost,
A bridge to dawn, whatever the cost.