Decry

We hear the chorus rise, a mournful chant,
Against the tides that turn and sway,
Each voice a plea to decry what’s unjust,
To name the wrongs that dare to stay.

From cobblestone lanes to neon‑lit streets,
The cry reverberates, firm and stark,
A steadfast pledge to speak the truth,
And turn the darkest night to spark.

So let our words, like steady rain,
Wash clean the stains of silent fear,
For in our chorus, bold and plain,
We find the strength to persevere.