In shadows where love was supposed to bloom,
A garden of thorns grew wild and free.
Promises whispered beneath the moon,
Turned into chains that bound you to me.

Eyes once filled with stars and dreams,
Now reflect a sea of tears and fears.
Words that once sang like gentle streams,
Echo with harshness, lost through the years.

The warmth that wrapped us in tender embrace,
Now a fire that scorches and burns.
In the mirror, you search for a trace,
Of the you that once yearned and yearned.

Yet within the silence of this stormy night,
A voice whispers softly of escape and light.
Rise from the ashes, take flight,
Break the chains, and reclaim your right.