In shadows cast by unseen hands,
Where pain whispers in hushed tones,
A world unfolds, its silent bands,
Binding hearts with heavy stones.

The wounds we bear, not by fate,
But by choices etched in time,
Each scar a story, a whispered debate,
A testament to a silent crime.

Through darkness we tread, seeking light,
In a world where hurt is planned,
Yet in the depths, hope takes flight,
Dreams of peace so gently fanned.

Let healing find its rightful place,
In hearts once torn by cruel intent,
For in kindness lies a saving grace,
A path where broken spirits mend.