In the quiet whispers of the night,
Doubts creep into my weary mind.
Once a fortress strong and bright,
Now crumbling, trust I cannot find.
Promises like fragile glass,
Shattered by the weight of lies.
Memories of a painful past,
Cloud my heart, darken my skies.
Eyes that once shone with faith,
Now guarded, wary, and cold.
Loveâs tender touch, a wraith,
In a story thatâs grown old.
Yet in the deepest part of me,
A spark of hope remains.
That one day I will see,
Trust reborn through loveâs gentle rains.