Bleeding scars, Naked wounds
Dried Tears, Voiceless Cries
A history etched in silent sounds
Reflected in sparkless eyes
The pain, a bittersweet unwound
The empty room where the light once fell
The hollow haunted ground
Where the past memories dwell
No sound escapes the strangled throat
Just a sigh in the chest's deep cage
A fragile, broken note
Turned on life's forgotten page
But even stone begins to wear
And wounds though deep begin to seal
A whisper of the healing heart
Suggests that something still can feel