In the silence where shadows creep,
A heart once pure begins to weep.
Promises whispered in the night,
Now lost to the fading light.
Eyes once bright with tender care,
Now avert in silent despair.
Truths once held in sacred trust,
Shattered by the winds of lust.
Lies spun like silk in the air,
Weave a web of tangled despair.
A love once strong, now tattered and torn,
Left to wander, lost and forlorn.
Yet in the ashes of whatâs been,
A new strength rises from within.
For even in betrayalâs sting,
The heart learns to hope and sing.