In the halls where hymns once echoed clear,
Shadows whisper secrets of fear,
Where trust in divine was torn asunder,
Leaving souls to silently wonder.

The altar’s light now casts a pall,
Over hearts that answered the sacred call,
Promises of solace turned to chains,
Binding spirits, amplifying pains.

Prayers once a comfort, now a cry,
To heavens that seem deaf and dry,
The peace once found in holy embrace,
Now a memory none can replace.

In the quiet, we search for release,
From the trauma that stole our peace,
Seeking healing in the divine,
Hoping one day, our souls will align.