In the shadows of the night, where warmth should be,
Lies the cold touch of neglect, a mother’s plea.
The cradle of comfort turns to a bed of thorns,
As a child’s innocence in sorrow mourns.

The lullabies unsung, the stories untold,
A heart grows weary, feeling so old.
The echoes of laughter that never did ring,
In the silence of absence, no joy does spring.

Empty eyes stare into a void so deep,
Where love once promised, now shadows creep.
The hands that should nurture, instead push away,
Leaving scars on a soul, day by day.

Yet through the pain, a strength does rise,
A child finds light beyond the lies.
For even in darkness, a spark can be found,
To reclaim the love that was once unbound.