In the shadowed corners of the night,
Where whispers turn to silent cries,
The echoes of a broken fight,
Tear through the veils of disguised lies.
The scars left by unseen wars,
Mark the souls of the unspoken,
In hidden wounds, the spirit soars,
Seeking a voice to mend the broken.
Like shattered glass on a moonlit floor,
The fragments of our pain reflect,
Memories of what was before,
Now twisted by a cruel neglect.
Yet in the heart of darkness found,
A spark of hope begins to rise,
Through the silence, a new sound,
A whisper that defies the lies.