In the corners of our childhood,
Shadows linger, dark and cold,
Whispers of a mother’s love untold,
A care that never took its hold.

Faces turned away in silent disdain,
Hopes and dreams left to wane,
In the echo of a hollow name,
We sought warmth but found pain.

The nights were long, the days unkind,
Searching for a love we couldn’t find,
In the eyes that should’ve shined,
Only distant, vacant minds.

Yet through the dark, we learned to see,
Strength in the broken, the will to be,
From the ashes, we set ourselves free,
Crafting a future from misery.