In the stillness of the night, whispers call,
Echoes of battles fought within the mind,
A silent storm where shadows rise and fall,
In labyrinths of memory, we find.

Fragments of the past like shattered glass,
Reflecting moments lost, yet not erased,
Each piece a story of what came to pass,
A haunting dance in time and space.

Awake in dreams that blur the lines of day,
Where fragile peace is just a breath away,
Yet tethered to the echoes, here we stay,
In the gentle grip of night, we sway.

But in the dawn, a promise softly speaks,
A hope that whispers through the morning light,
To mend the soul where every shadow seeks,
A path to peace and strength to face the fight.