𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 20𝘴,
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥,
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴,
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 .
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬,
𝘜𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸,
𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯, 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥,
𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦,
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦,
𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

My heart poured out in silent cries,
Its yearning bared to starless skies.
He, with cold and careless art,
Gave no respect to my devoted heart.
I loved truly, deeply—no mistake,
With a good heart, no shame to break.
A soul sincere, love pure and clear—
He couldn’t revere what I held dear.
In this age of love’s deceitful play,
Where hearts are bartered, thrown away,
I loved you like the old ones do—
Soul unbound, no greed in view.
Your name a hymn through all my cares,
My loyalty too much to bear.
The hurt still lingers, quiet, unseen,
Yet I carry no shame for what has been.Now I’m healing, rising, glowing bright,
No more proving, no shrinking from sight.
He was never ready, his heart too slow—
From ashes of pain, I’ll soar and grow.