Young hearts aflame with passion's spark,
Chosen paths, a distant mark.
Circumstance's grip, a heavy chain,
Dreams deferred, a constant pain.
With weary steps, they tread the road,
A livelihood sought, a heavy load.
Financial storms, a tempest's rage,
Passion's fire, a shadowed page.
A silent cry, a hidden plea,
For fields of dreams, once wild and free.
In shadowed corners, hopes reside,
Of what could be, where dreams abide.