In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows stretch and fears ignite,
Hearts wander through a maze untold,
Seeking warmth in the chilling cold.

As echoes dance in empty halls,
The soul grapples with silent calls,
Each step a struggle, each breath a plea,
For solace, for peace, to set it free.

Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
Hope flickers amidst the pains,
A glimmer of dawn in the darkest hour,
A seedling of strength, a budding flower.

When shadows linger and dreams are torn,
The heart, resilient, is reborn,
With courage anew, it faces the night,
Finding its way to the morning light.