In the hallowed halls of faith, I tread
Where whispers of salvation once were said
Now echoing with shadows, dark and deep
Memories of promises they couldn’t keep

Beneath the stained glass, where light should shine
I found the cracks in the divine design
The hymns that once uplifted, turned to chains
Binding my spirit with unseen pains

I sought solace in the sacred text
But found my heart and soul perplexed
The dogma that was meant to make me whole
Left scars upon my questioning soul

Now I stand, a seeker of my own
Reclaiming strength, a faith unknown
In the silence, I find my voice
In the shadows, I make my choice