In shadows cast by trembling hands,Where echoes of turmoil softly land,Silence speaks in muted cries,In the heart where violence lies.The moonlit night bears witness true,To scars unseen, both old and new,The whispered winds, they softly call,To mend the hearts that fear the fall.In broken homes and shattered dreams,The silent scream that never redeems,Yet in the darkness, hope will rise,A gentle light in tear-filled eyes.From ashes of despair and pain,A voice will rise, like gentle rain,To heal the wounds that time forgot,And sow the seeds of love unsought.