In the quiet hush of midnight’s call,
A whisper echoes, a siren’s plea,
Promises wrapped in amber’s glow,
A fleeting escape, a soul set free.

Yet morning breaks with heavy clouds,
Regret and sorrow, a silent scream,
The whisper fades, but chains remain,
Bound by the shadows of a broken dream.

A struggle hidden in daylight’s grace,
The world moves on, unaware,
Behind the eyes, a storm resides,
A heart weighed down by despair.

But in the darkness, hope can rise,
A voice that fights, a spark to see,
With courage found in the smallest light,
To break the chains and set one free.