In a rust belt town, forlorn and gray,
Dreams fade like stars, lost in dismay.
Empty streets echo a silent cry,
A desolate place where hope runs dry.
Factories stand idle, once full of might,
Now relics of progress, swallowed by night.
Resilient souls yearn for a brighter day,
Amidst ruins, they seek a hopeful way.
But shadows linger, the struggle remains,
A haunting reminder of enduring pains.
In the end, the town fades into mist,
A poignant tale of dreams that were missed.
