What about us, the ones left behind? The ones forgotten, lost in the grind. Do we not matter, do we not count? Our voices silenced, our futures in doubt.
What about us, the ones in the dark? The ones with dreams, but no place to start. Do we not deserve a chance to thrive? To break the chains and truly come alive.
What about us, the ones with no voice? The ones without power, without a choice. Do we not have the right to be heard? To speak our truth, to spread our word.
What about us, the ones with a dream? The ones determined to make a scene. We will not be silenced, we will not give in. Our voices will rise, our journey will begin.
What about us, the ones in the dark? The ones with dreams, but no place to start. Do we not deserve a chance to thrive? To break the chains and truly come alive.
What about us, the ones with no voice? The ones without power, without a choice. Do we not have the right to be heard? To speak our truth, to spread our word.
What about us, the ones with a dream? The ones determined to make a scene. We will not be silenced, we will not give in. Our voices will rise, our journey will begin.
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