In a world where whispers roam the night,
Shadows dance beneath the pale moonlight,
Seeking solace in a fleeting embrace,
The heart yearns for a gentler space.

Through corridors of chaos, the spirit wanders,
Lost in the echoes of unspoken plunders,
Each step weighed by the silent chains,
Beneath the surface, only pain remains.

Dreams once bright now fade to gray,
As the soul drifts further away,
Yet in the darkness, a flicker ignites,
A hint of hope that softly invites.

With courage drawn from deeper wells,
The spirit rises where shadows fell,
Breaking free from the chains inside,
Towards the dawn, with newfound pride.