In silent halls where echoes fade,
A child’s prayer lost in the night,
Yet faith was bound by chains unseen,
In shadows cast by holy light.

The stained glass windows weep with rain,
Where sermons etched in fragile skin,
Voices tremble, seeking peace,
In places where doubt begins.

Candles flicker, dim and quiet,
In temples built with fear’s embrace,
Yet hearts still yearn for gentle grace,
Beyond the weight of guilt’s trace.

Through sacred scripts and whispered tales,
A soul seeks truth, a path anew,
In breaking free, the spirit sails,
To find a love that’s pure and true.