In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
A siren’s call, a silent cry,
It beckons forth, with gentle hand,
To lead us to a darkened land.

The heart that yearns, the mind that bends,
To fleeting highs, where solace ends,
Yet in this place, where shadows grow,
The light of hope is faint and low.

We chase the dream, we seek the thrill,
A fleeting joy, a bitter pill,
The chains unseen, yet tightly bound,
In silence, screams without a sound.

Yet in the dark, a spark may rise,
A glimmer seen through tired eyes,
The path to freedom, fraught with pain,
But through the storm, we’ll find our gain.