In the echo of solemn bells,
Where whispers of old creeds dwell,
A heart bound by chains unseen,
Seeks solace in fields of green.
Hands once clasped in fervent prayer,
Now tremble with silent despair,
Questions buried in sacred ground,
Yearning for answers yet unfound.
The weight of heaven’s gaze,
A burden in life’s tangled maze,
In shadows of stained glass light,
Dreams of peace take silent flight.
Yet beneath the heavy sky,
A flicker of hope dares to fly,
In the quiet, a voice anew,
Healing the wounds faith once drew.