The world turns quickly toward the bright and strong,
Where power claims the right to belong.
And those who quietly sit within the shade
Watch as the promises of comfort fade.
The fact is you must ignite the spark,
To force a light across a heavy dark,
Because the crowd moves on without a sound,
Unknowing of the silence you have found.
If you don\'t call, the quiet stays the same,
No voice steps out to echo back your name.
To be invisible, erased from sight,
A shadow drifting gently through the night.
It is a heavy truth to carry on—
To know that if you stopped, you would be gone,
That safety, warmth, and being truly seen
Require a bridge you build alone, between.
Yet deep beneath the exhaustion and the pain
Of knowing that you only reap the rain,
The truth remains: your presence still is real,
Deserving of a world that helps you heal.