No cry for help is left unheard,
No whispered pain, no silent word.
The echoes reach beyond the night,
And hands will rise to bring the light.
A trembling voice, a heavy sigh,
A longing glance, a tear-run eye.
The weight you carry, though unseen,
It is felt by hearts who stand between.
You are not lost, you are not weak,
Your voice still matters when you speak.
And even if your lips stay closed,
Your sorrow’s depth is still exposed.
For in the dark, a spark remains,
A flicker fighting through the chains.
No call for help dissolves in vain–
Love will find you through the rain.
So reach, if only in your mind,
And know that help is close behind.
No cry for help is left unheard–
Your voice is valued, every word.