In the shadows of a hundred days gone by,

Hearts entwined with a collective sigh.

A silent plea echoes in the air,

Longing for freedom from the weight they bear.

Time marches on, a relentless stream,

Yet hope persists, like a persistent dream.

In the tear-streaked nights and all the candles lit,

our hearts yearn for brighter days.

Whispers of fear in the starry night,

Carried on the breeze, a fragile kite.

For every moment in captivity's embrace,

Yearning for release, a timeless grace.

The stars bear witness to the silent cries,

As prayers ascend to the infinite skies.

In the tapestry woven with threads of grace,

A hundred days, a sacred space.

In the dance of shadows and the morning come,

Echoes of resilience, courage anew.

May the sun rise on a horizon untold,

A hundred days of waiting, we will wait for you.