In the silence of the broken night,
Where shadows dance with ghostly fright,
A whispered tale of silent tears,
Of hearts that wrestle with their fears.

Beneath the surface, unseen scars,
Hearts bound by invisible bars,
Courage blooms in soft-lit dreams,
In a world not always as it seems.

Voices muted, stories untold,
Souls that suffer in the cold,
Yet hope lingers, strong and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Through the pain and silent cries,
A strength within begins to rise,
For every heart that battles still,
There’s a will, an iron will.