In shadowed halls where whispers dwell, A rope dangles, a tolling bell. Unwanted burdens heavy lie, On hearts that question, wonder why. The lonely echoes, cold and stark, Where tears fall like the sky gone dark. A crimson river marks the trail, Where hope once sailed but now grows pale. Lost in a world that will not see, The cries for help, the silent plea. Amid the sorrow, yet glows a spark, A yearning for light to break the dark.