In the realm of shadows, where daylight fades,
Life's heavy chains upon our spirits weigh.
Unfairness paints the dawn in muted shades,
A prison built from dreams that fade away.
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We long for hands to guide us through the dark,
for voices that understand and eyes that truly see.
Yet we hide behind walls of silence, afraid to be known.
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In this life, we are the battlefield,
Torn between light and dark,
The devil holds the winning ground,
leaving scars on every heart.
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Realistically, life is overrated…
We barely live; we simply survive.
Everything is meaningless
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Shadows Of Life
In the realm of shadows, where daylight fades,
Life's heavy chains upon our spirits weigh.
Unfairness paints the dawn in muted shades,
A prison built from dreams that fade away.
Challenges arise like mountains steep,
Injustice reigns, our cries remain unheard.
Our hearts, though strong, in silence deeply weep,
For life's embrace feels cold and cruelly true.
Dreams like fragile glass are crushed and broken,
Hope becomes a whisper lost in the night.
Time drags on, each breath a painful token,
In this cruel jest, we search in vain for light.
In shadows deep, despair's cold grip we feel,
For only death's cold touch can make us real.
I seek not—the refuge of sacred walls, Where hope ignites and soft faith calls. I tread instead where truth cuts deep, Through life's raw beauty, its joy, and its grief.
Needs ground us with fulfillment-Wants tempt us with endless yearning.
The influence of purpose lies within, --not in the sacred walls of refuge!