In the quiet of the night, shadows dance with fear,
Silent screams echo, whispers we can hear.
The scars of violence, etched deep in the soul,
A tale of pain, where broken hearts toll.

Eyes that were bright now dimmed by despair,
Hands that once loved now raised in fear.
The cycle of hurt, a never-ending spin,
In the darkness of night, where nightmares begin.

Dreams shattered, like glass on the floor,
Hope fades away, behind a closed door.
The pain of yesterday, carried into tomorrow,
A world torn apart, by violence and sorrow.

Yet in the depths of this shadowed night,
A flicker of hope, a glimpse of light.
For every tear shed, a seed of strength grows,
In the heart of the broken, resilience flows.