In places where the innocent die,
And dreams go to fade and lie,
Hope remains, though it's hard to try,
Prayers whispered to the indifferent sky.

In the silence where anguish dwells,
Where sorrow tolls its mournful bells,
Tears flow like rivers, echoing knells,
Lost in the void where despair swells.

Yet in the midst of darkness' reign,
Love's tender touch soothes the pain,
A beacon of light in the endless strain,
Guiding hearts through the storm's disdain.

So let compassion be our creed,
In this world where many plead,
For solace from wounds that bleed,
With love, broken souls can be freed.
© Malik