A shadow falls where light once glowed,
A heavy path, a lonesome road.
Eyes see the world, but it feels so gray,
A weight that clings, won’t drift away.

Laughter’s a memory, faint and unclear,
Hope feels distant, wrapped in fear.
Yet every step forward, small as it seems,
Is a triumph born of quiet dreams.

You are not broken, you’re simply scarred,
A soul that’s healing, though life feels hard.
Through cracks in the shadow, light will start,
A glimmer of hope in a weary heart.