I stepped inside our humble room, Where silence whispered truth and gloom. A space so small, a world so wide, Where wisdom walks and tears reside.
The poor, they see with clearer eyes, The shimmer in life's quiet disguise. They cherish crumbs, they hold the light, And dance in shadows of the night.
Their hearts beat deep with tender grace, They feel the pain in every face. They give, they lift, they understand— With open soul and healing hand.
But oh, don’t mistake their gentle tone— Their will is iron, their strength full-grown. They chase escape with fire and breath, They stretch beyond despair and death.
They climb with courage, fierce and loud, They reach the stars above the cloud. They turn the tables life has laid, From dusk to dawn, they’re unafraid.
I believe this truth, through toil and test: A mind with purpose, rightly blessed— Can move the world, rewrite the page, And set new stars on center stage.
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