The Voice For The Voiceless

In shadows cast by silent fears,

Where whispers fade and nobody hears,

There dwells a strength both gentle and bold,

A story yearning to be told.

I am the voice for those unheard,

A song for every trembling word,

A beacon in the darkened night,

To bring their truths into the light.

They speak in silences so deep,

In tears that fall and seldom weep,

Their stories lost in endless time,

Yet calling out through every rhyme.

With ears keen and heart anew,

I listen close to what is true,

To cries that echo far and wide,

And stand as their unwavering guide.

No voice too small, no plea too faint,

For in their pain, I find no saint—

Just souls who seek to be embraced,

By kindness, love, and justice placed.

Through storm and strife, through doubt and fear,

Their voices call, sincere and clear,

Reminding us of stories worth,

Of human dignity and worth.

I carry thier dreams upon my tongue,

A song unsung, yet still among

The banners of hope, the calls for grace,

To heal the wounds they can't erase.

Let me be the bridge they need,

To plant the hope and sow the seed,

A voice of courage, firm and true,

A guardian of the brave and new.

For every silence that persists,

A prayer for change, a clenched fist,

To break the chains that hold them back,

And lead them to the rightful track.

Oh, may our words be gentle might,

Guiding lost souls toward the light,

And may our hearts forever feel,

The pain they hide — so real, so real.

For in their stories, raw and bare,

Lie lessons we must learn to care,

And if I can ignite a spark,

To find the voice within the dark—

Then I will stand, unbowed, unbroken,

A vessel of hope, a promise spoken,

To be the voice for those unseen,

And fight for what might have been.