SILENT SCREAMS

 

Echo through the night.

A lonely soul lost in the fight.

No one hears their desperate call,

As they stumble and they fall.

 

Their pain and anguish, hidden from view,

As they struggle to make it through.

Tears fall like rain, no one sees,

Their silent screams carried on the breeze.

 

Their heart heavy, burdened with strife,

As they navigate the ups and downs of life.

A smile on their face, a mask they wear,

As they fight through their silent despair.

 

But though their screams may be unheard,

Their spirit remains, unbroken and undeterred.

For in their quiet, they find their strength,

To persevere, and go to any length.

 

So let us hear their silent screams,

And lift them up from shattered dreams.

With love and care, we can make things right,

And help them see, the dawn of light.

 

For in the darkest hour of the night,

Hope remains, a beacon of light.

And with each breath, they can rise again,

Stronger, braver, and better in the end.