In the quiet of our home, echoes of words unsaid,
We tread on eggshells, where angels fear to tread.
Whispers of sorrow, in the dead of night,
The walls bear witness, to our endless fight.

Love that’s hidden behind a veil of pride,
Tears that fall, yet we never confide.
Broken dreams and shattered trust,
In the ruins of what once was us.

Hearts that yearn for a healing touch,
Souls that ache, but we claim it’s not much.
Through the storm, we hold on tight,
Hoping for dawn, after this endless night.

Family ties, both a gift and a curse,
We seek solace, in this universe.
Mending the rift, with threads of grace,
Finding love again, in this sacred space.