Stand in the Gap

Stand alone where silence meets roar,
a line unmarked—yet poignant the more.
Not for glory, not for fame,
but for the ones without a name.

Their voices stilled by shadowed fears,
and cries dissolved in unseen tears.
Feel the weight they cannot bear—
a shield of will, a whispered prayer.

Yes, I may fall, but I will not flee,
for justice walks upon unbended knee.
Though dragons may spit and cowards will sneer,
I stand the gap—and persevere.