In the hallowed halls where light should gleam,
Shadows whisper secrets, a broken dream.
The prayers that once soared high and free,
Now bind the soul in silent plea.

The hymns that filled the sacred air,
Now haunt with memories of despair.
Each verse a chain, each note a tear,
The weight of faith is heavy here.

In every pew, a silent cry,
Where hope was born, now shadows lie.
The altar’s glow, a distant star,
Guiding lost souls from afar.

Yet in this darkness, light can bloom,
Through scars and tears, dispelling gloom.
From pain, a strength, from shadows, grace,
In broken faith, we find our place.