In the quiet corners where shadows blend,
Lies the echo of a laughter that used to mend.
Walls bear witness to whispered cries,
In a house where love slowly dies.
Fragments of dreams scattered on the floor,
Pieces of hearts that canât be restored.
Voices once gentle, now sharp and cold,
In a broken family, stories untold.
Memories linger like ghosts in the air,
Reminding us of moments we used to share.
Tattered bonds and promises unkept,
In the silence, a thousand tears wept.
Yet in the rubble, hope finds a way,
Through cracks, light begins to sway.
In healing whispers, we dare to believe,
That love can mend what we grieve.