In the silence where echoes grow,
We stand as shadows in fading light,
Words once sweet now sharp and cold,
As day turns gently into night.

Hearts once bound by tender threads,
Now strain under the weight of pride,
Yet in the storm of our divides,
Love’s flicker refuses to subside.

Each word a sword, each glance a shield,
Yet beneath the hurt, the truth remains,
In every tear and whispered plea,
A hope that love can heal the pain.

When dawn breaks through the darkened skies,
Let kindness be the guiding star,
For in the quiet after storms,
We find out who we truly are.