A shadow spread, so cold, so still,
It touched the weak, it broke the will.
Through empty streets, it crept, it stayed,
And life it stole where children played.

The nights were long, the world in fear,
But hope stayed close, its light so near.
For even storms must pass away,
And dark gives to brighter days.

Don't look back at the past, it may have been the best years of your life, but you can make the future better.

It's not the word that hurts, it's the person who said it.
It's not the knife that hurts, it's the person who did it.
It's not the broken promise that hurts, it's the person who broke it.
It's not the lie that hurts, it's the person who told it.
It's not the scar that hurts, it's the story behind it."

The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

The room still, the silence so loud,
The peace and quite, not a single sound,
My thoughts fill, the void of the room,
As my mind leaves Earth, and travels to the moon.

I close my eyes, my head leaned against the wall,
As I think of the universe, the Earth feels small,
The silence filling the rooms emptiness,
My mind traveling far, into the abyss.

A villain is just a broken hero, whose story has never been heard,
A shadow cast by silence, lost in an unspoken word.
Their scars tell tales of battles, of love that slipped away,
Of dreams turned into ashes, and nights that stole the day.

In their eyes, a flicker lingers, of the light they used to know,
A hero wrapped in darkness, where pain and anger grow.
For even in their darkness, a longing heart remains,
A villain is just a hero, bound by unseen chains.

Like the people who talk to you in their free time, but love the people who make free time to talk to you.