Beneath the moon’s soft glow, a silent plea,
In shadows deep where spirits linger near,
A glass raised high, a fleeting reverie,
Yet whispers echo, tales of quiet fear.

The liquid warmth, a friend in guise of night,
Promises solace, drowning out the pain,
But morning comes, with harsh and glaring light,
Revealing chains, invisible yet plain.

In dreams of freedom, wings once strong and wide,
Now tethered close, to gravity’s cruel call,
Yet hope persists, where shadows dare to hide,
A spark ignites, refusing yet to fall.

So rise again, from depths of dark despair,
With every step, a testament to grace,
For in the heart, a strength beyond compare,
To break the ties and find a brighter place.