In the quiet halls where whispers roam,
Faith once held me, now a distant home.
Promises of heaven, painted skies,
Yet beneath the stars, truth silently cries.

In sacred words, I sought my peace,
But found instead a tethered lease.
Bound to doctrines, chains unseen,
The weight of guilt, where hope had been.

Through stained glass windows, light refracts,
A prism of doubts, where certainty lacks.
Once a child, in blind devotion dressed,
Now a seeker, questioning blessed.

In the echoes of hymns, I find my voice,
To reclaim my path, to make my choice.
From the ashes of fear, I rise anew,
To embrace a faith that’s honest and true.