In the quietest corners of the night,
Where shadows dance without a light,
A storm whispers softly in the soul,
Carving voids that never seem whole.

Echoes of silence fill the air,
With burdens too heavy for one to bear,
Lost in a maze with no escape,
Hope fades, leaving only its shape.

The heart beats slow in the dark,
Yearning for even the faintest spark,
Yet the dawn feels so far away,
As dreams dissolve with the break of day.

But somewhere beyond the unseen veil,
Lies a strength that refuses to fail,
A whisper of light, a gentle call,
Guiding the soul to rise above it all.