The A-Team

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They walk the streets, shadows thin,
Fading faces, worn within.
Invisible souls, battles they hide,
Lost in a world that won't coincide.

They hold each other, frail and cold,
Stories untold, hearts grown old.
The world moves on, too fast to see,
The broken dreams, their silent plea.

Survivors all, in their own ways,
Fighting hard to see brighter days.
They're heroes too, though scars run deep,
Waging wars while the world's asleep.

With fragile hopes, they forge their way,
The A-Team, brave, come what may.
In every step, they seek a light,
Guiding them through endless night.

So here's to them, unseen and true,
To the battles they face, that no one knew.
For in the darkness, they still gleam—
A world unkind, but they're the A-Team.

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