In the quiet of the night, when all is still
I feel the cracks in the foundation
Whispers of a past that haunts me still
A legacy of pain and frustration

Each crack a reminder of shattered dreams
Of broken promises and lost chances
The weight of it all threatens to suffocate
Yet I cling to hope and second glances

Through the darkness I search for light
A beacon to guide me through the storm
To mend the rifts and heal the wounds
To find a sense of peace and reform

But the cracks run deep, a web of despair
Entangled in the...