A worried heart sends words so clear,
A message for leaders, held so dear.
But paper stacks, they grow so high,
Lost in the noise, beneath the sky.
From far and wide, the same sad plea,
In East and West, for all to see.
A heavy sigh, a touch of gloom,
Yet hope's a spark, dispelling doom.
For dawn will break, the future's veiled,
And hope's a star, that's never failed.
No one knows what tomorrow brings,
But hope still flies on fragile wings.
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