Why do hearts grow dark, where light once thrived,
Where love and kindness once survived?
What makes the human spirit stray,
To choose the shadow, to lose the way?

Is it fear that whispers in the night,
That bends the soul away from right?
A voice that trembles, weak, unsure,
Afraid of pain it cannot endure.

Or is it anger, a roaring flame,
Fanned by betrayal, guilt, or shame?
The rage of wounds too deep to heal,
The desperate cry of hearts that feel.

Perhaps it’s greed, that hungry beast,
Devouring love, devouring peace.
A thirst for more, a hollow goal,
That leaves the body but starves the soul.

And envy too, with its piercing sting,
A silent shadow with spreading wings,
That blinds the eye to...