In the quiet corners of my heart,Resides the echo of forgotten tears,A shadow whispers in the dark,Of dreams lost to the passing years.
The scars speak in silent tones,Of battles fought and wounds unhealed,In solitude, the heart atones,For every truth once concealed.
Yet the dawn brings fragile hope,A tender light through weary eyes,With courage, the soul learns to cope,Amidst the echoes and silent cries.
Through the storm, a path unfolds,Carved by strength and gentle grace,In healing, the heart finds its hold,In love’s warm and tender embrace.