In shadows born, beneath the cries,
A baby opened tear-stained eyes.
Love unblessed, a bond denied,
And truth the mother dared not hide.
She held him close with trembling arms,
While tongues and stones replaced all calm.
Her sister’s wrath, her family’s shame,
All burned her soul and carved her name.
The father vanished in the wind,
Left scars that time could never mend.
A son with no voice, a mother with pain,
Together they danced in sorrow’s rain.
Oh, ashes of silence, echoes of blame,
Each tear a witness, each breath a flame.
The cradle cold, the cries unheard,
A tale defaced by every word.
The brothers cursed, the women scorned,
The walls of love all torn and worn.
Her mind betrayed, her spirit broke,
She fell beneath their bitter yoke.
The world turned mad, and so did she—
A prisoner of her own story.
Years flew like leaves in a storm,
That boy grew up, forever torn.
Stepbrother’s glare, a stranger’s hate,
No door to knock, no twist of fate.
He walked alone, with no one near,
Each friend he lost, each bond he feared.
A ghost in crowds, a silent scream,
A man with wounds no eye could dream.
The father vanished in the wind,
Left ghosts too loud to keep within.
A son now grown with nothing to gain,
Still carries the weight of others’ shame.
Oh, ashes of silence, echoes of blame,
This song remembers their forgotten names.