In the chasms of broken dreams, Where shadows dance and darkness gleams, A whisper rises, a song untold, Breathing life into rifts of old. From the fragments of shattered past, Emerging strength, renewed at last, Scars etched deep, yet hearts are brave, As harmony rises from the grave. Through rifts of time, a light shines bright, Guiding souls towards a dazzling height, And as they mend what was once torn, The seeds of renewal are gently born...