The silence screams, a hollow sound,…

The silence screams, a hollow sound,
Where insecurity is found.
"You're not prepared," the echoes say,
"Just turn around, give up today."
A heavy cloak, of darkest hue,
That blinds the vision, shades the view.
The dreams we cherish, held so tight,
Dissolve like mist in morning light.
But look around, a gathered crowd,
Their spirits singing, strong and proud.
"We've known this fear, this weary plea,
But freedom waits for you, for me."
When shadows lengthen, spirits dim,
We are the beacon, on the brim.
So lend your strength, your steady gaze,
And guide through doubt's bewildering maze.