Trapped in a love that won’t release,
Wounds still raw, no sign of peace.
Walls like armor, cold and tight,
Yearning for truth to pierce the night.

Haunted by echoes of whispered lies,
Beneath the silence, the heart still cries.
Shadows dance where hope once grew,
Waiting for light to break on through.

Chains of doubt that bind so strong,
Yet still I cling where I don’t belong.
In the wreckage, I search for grace—
A shattered soul in this empty space.

But somewhere deep, a fire still burns,
A restless flame that twists and turns.
It fights the dark, it breaks the chains,
Refusing to be lost in pain.

Though walls may stand and wounds may bleed,
This love won’t die, it won’t concede.
Waiting for truth to tear apart
The fortress built around my heart.