There’s a weight you never asked for, A storm you didn’t choose. You whispered all your questions Into nights that offered no clues. You waited for an answer, But the quiet only grew— And the silence felt like thunder Rolling straight through you. You tried to hold on to meaning When the world felt cold and small, But every echo in the darkness Made you wonder if you mattered at all. This is for the ones who’ve cried And felt nobody heard their name, For the hearts that broke in places Where love was supposed to be safe. For the ones who felt abandoned By the people they trusted most— You’re not alone in the questions, You’re not alone in the ghost. You walked into those spaces Hoping someone understood, But judgment cut like metal Where kindness should have stood. You carried every failure Like a scar you had to hide, While the ones who preached compassion Turned their faces to the side. You tried to keep believing In a world that could be kind, But the hurt you found in holy places Left a shadow on your mind. This is for the ones who’ve cried And felt nobody heard their name, For the hearts that broke in places Where love was supposed to be safe. For the ones who felt abandoned By the people they trusted most— You’re not alone in the questions, You’re not alone in the ghost. There’s a truth beneath the rubble, A quiet ember still alive. Even when the world goes silent, Something in you still survives. You’re more than all the heartbreak, More than every unanswered plea— There’s a strength inside the aching That’s still fighting to be free. This is for the ones still searching For a place their soul can land, For the ones rebuilding hope With trembling, steady hands. You may feel lost in the shadows, But your story isn’t through— There’s a light inside the questions, And it’s slowly breaking through.