In the quiet of the night, whispers grow loud,
Where shadows dance with the weight of despair.
A heart once light, now burdened and bowed,
Lost in the echoes, searching for air.

Every tear a story, every sigh a plea,
In the labyrinth of anguish, we wander alone.
Yet, through the darkness, we seek to be free,
Hoping for dawn to reclaim the unknown.

The scars we bear, invisible yet deep,
Are tales of battles fought in the soul.
In silence, we hold the secrets we keep,
Yearning for solace to render us whole.

Though shadows linger, hope softly gleams,
A promise of light, a whisper of grace.
In the tapestry of dreams, we weave new schemes,
Finding strength in the trials we face.