Raised without love, in silent stone,
Or born unlovable, forever alone.
Warmth that knocked on the door,
Never crossed the need for more.
Was the cry too soft to hear?
Or did they just refused to endear?
Was the heart, the one to blame,
For failing to understand their game?
The silent room where laughter died,
A smile withheld, a tear uncried.
Echoes what whisper in the chest,
Where all hope is laid to rest.