In the quiet corners where whispers dwell,
Lies the burden of stories untold,
Faces hidden in the shadowâs spell,
Seeking warmth in a world so cold.
Dreams are painted with colors unseen,
As voices echo in silent screams,
A canvas marred by what might have been,
In the silent struggle against broken dreams.
Hearts beat in rhythm, yet worlds apart,
Bound by invisible chains of fear,
Seeking solace in a guarded heart,
As hope fades with each falling tear.
Yet beneath the surface of this silent storm,
Lies a strength that refuses to break,
A spirit determined to transform,
And reclaim the dreams they forsake.