In the echo of silent whispers,
Where unsaid words find their home,
Dwells the heart that beats alone,
Misunderstood and unknown.

Beneath the gaze of watchful eyes,
A soul yearns to be seen,
Yet tangled in a web of lies,
Wanders through a world unclean.

Each word a fragile bridge of hope,
Crossing rivers wide and deep,
But crumbling under weighty doubt,
Leaving dreams to silently weep.

In the quiet of a moonlit night,
The misunderstood find their peace,
In solitude, they reclaim their light,
And find a gentle, sweet release.