In a land where dreams once brightly soared,
Two souls wander, weary, worn and ignored.
Through endless streets where shadows loom,
They face the storm of impending gloom.

Politicians speak with silvered tongues,
Promising hope, yet the heartstrings are strung.
Taxes rise like tides in the night,
Stealing their breath, their spirit, their light.

With calloused hands and hearts of gold,
They strive for warmth in a world grown cold.
From dusk till dawn, they toil and bend,
Chasing a dream that seems to never end.

Yet, in their eyes, a flicker remains,
A fire undimmed by struggle or chains.
Together they stand, against the tide,
Finding strength in the love they abide.

Though powers above may scheme and plot,
Their bond is a fortress that can’t be bought.
In whispered words and shared embraces,
They find solace in life’s harshest spaces.

For when the world turns dark and gray,
Their hope is the dawn of a brighter day.
Two souls, unbroken, journeying on,
In a land where dreams are never gone.