In the quiet of the night, whispers echo deep,
Shadows of a love once bright, now buried in a heap.
Bruised souls and tear-streaked faces, hidden from the light,
Trapped in endless mazes, losing every fight.

Promises once golden, now tarnished and cold,
Words that once were tender, now cruel and uncontrolled.
Dreams shattered and scattered, like glass upon the floor,
An endless storm of sorrow, leaving hearts ever sore.

Eyes that once sparkled, now dimmed with endless fear,
Voices once so cheerful, now silenced by a tear.
The chains of love now bind, with an iron grip so tight,
Escape seems but a dream, far beyond the night.

Yet in the darkest hours, hope still dares to bloom,
A whisper of a promise, that light can pierce the gloom.
With courage and with strength, the heart can find its way,
To break the chains of torment, and find a brighter day.