In shadows deep, where whispers lay, A world unseen in light of day, My friend drifts far, through mists of blame, They point to me, they speak my name. In silent nights, a call I make, To voices kind, for heart's own sake, A wound unseen, beneath the skin, Despair's own dance, a whispered sin. Yet in the dark, a thread of hope, A voice that guides, a lifeline's rope, For every tear and silent plea, A step towards what I must be. Oh, friendship's world, a tangled thread, Between the heart and words unsaid, In seeking light through darkest night, I'll find my way to morning's light.