In broken pieces my soul stays lost,
Sounds of pain, no matter the cost.
A heart once full is now torn to bare,
Silent cries fill the empty air.
Dreams are broken and lost in the night,
Haunted by darkness which is not in sight.
A soul wronged and looking to heal,
But the wounds seem too hard to feel.
Whispers of hope is my song so far,
Trying to mend the scars we are.
Through the cracks, light starts to show,
A broken heart finds strength to grow.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
In broken pieces my soul stays lost,
Sounds of pain, no matter the cost.
A heart once full is now torn to bare,
Silent cries fill the empty air.
Dreams are broken and lost in the night,
Haunted by darkness which is not in sight.
A soul wronged and looking to heal,
But the wounds seem too hard to feel.
Whispers of hope is my song so far,
Trying to mend the scars we are.
Through the cracks, light starts to show,
A broken heart finds strength to grow.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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