In the silent echoes of broken promises,
Where whispers linger in the night,
Trust stands as a fragile monument,
Wavering under the weight of fear.

Eyes search for truth in hidden corners,
Yet shadows dance and obscure the light,
A heart once open now guarded tight,
Lost in the labyrinth of uncertainty.

Words once gentle now sting like thorns,
Familiar hands feel foreign and cold,
The bridge of faith crumbles slowly,
As doubts carve paths into the soul.

Yet beneath the scars and weary eyes,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
For somewhere beyond this tangled web,
A new dawn whispers of healing and trust.