In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Echoes of dreams once vibrant and free,
Now caught in the web of time’s cruel bind,
Yearning for skies where the spirit can flee.

Walls close in, silent and cold,
Embracing the heart with an icy grip,
Memories of freedom, stories untold,
Fade like whispers from a trembling lip.

Eyes seek the horizon beyond the veil,
Where the sun kisses the earth with golden light,
But chains of doubt and fear prevail,
Keeping the soul in perpetual night.

Yet in the dark, a flicker ignites,
A flame of hope, delicate and bright,
Guiding the weary through endless nights,
Towards a dawn of renewed sight.