In the quiet shadows where whispers dwell,
Silent tears trace paths unseen,
The echoes of pain, a muted yell,
In a world where love has never been.

Her heart, a fragile bird in a cage,
Bruised by hands that should have held,
Trapped in the storm of unspoken rage,
In the silence, her cries are quelled.

Dreams wither like autumn leaves,
Falling softly to the ground,
In the darkness, her spirit grieves,
Yet no one hears a single sound.

But hope is a flower in the night,
Finding strength to break the chain,
In her eyes, a flicker of light,
A whisper that she will rise again.