Behind the Veil of Iron
Reflection
In the shadow of steel, where freedom whispers low,
A figure stands, a sentinel of hope and woe.
Behind the bars, the world is blurred, yet clear,
A soul that dares to dream beyond the fear.
The water mirrors the sky, a canvas of blue,
Where dreams float like leaves, carried by the view.
The hand raised in peace, a silent plea,
For freedom's light to set the captive free.
The mood is somber, yet the spirit soars,
A testament to resilience, to the power of ours.
The iron bars, a symbol of confinement,
Yet the heart within, a flame of defiance.
This is the journey of the soul, the path untold,
Where every shadow holds the promise of gold.
For in the depths of despair, the light will find,
And the spirit, unbroken, will rise and align.
This is the story of the human spirit,
A tale of hope, a tale of merit.
Behind the veil of iron, the heart remains free,
A beacon of light, a symbol of eternity.