In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with whispered sighs,
A motherâs voice, sharp as plight,
Echoes through her childâs cries.
Beneath the weight of her cold gaze,
Dreams shatter like fragile glass,
Innocence lost in a maze,
Of dark whispers that silently pass.
The lullabies of broken trust,
Sing softly in the moonlit air,
Where love should blossom, turn to dust,
A childâs heart in silent despair.
Yet in the darkest of these hours,
Hope flickers like a distant star,
For even in the shadow’s power,
The dawn brings healing from afar.