In the quiet of the night, silent cries arise,
Shadows cast by the pain that never dies.
A heart bruised by the echoes of disdain,
Seeking solace in the midst of the rain.

The whispers of torment, they linger within,
In the depths of a soul, where the light grows thin.
Dreams once bright, now shattered and torn,
A spirit weary, in the silence, forlorn.

Invisible chains bind the heart tight,
In the darkness, where there’s no light.
A silent plea, a hope to be free,
From the shadows that refuse to let be.

Yet in the heart, a flicker remains,
A strength to rise, to break the chains.
Silent no more, the voice will speak,
From the shadows, the light they will seek.