Baskadia

Soul Cry

In the depths of despair, my soul cries out, Amidst a sea of faces, none can rout. In the church's embrace, I found no solace, Reflecting in the mirror, an empty space. But then, a phrase from an old sage's tongue, Blessed with wisdom, where hope had sprung. I spoke those words, and in that fleeting trance, All fell silent, in a peaceful dance. The storm within subsided, the chaos ceased, In those whispered verses, my soul found peace. So in the midst of my darkest night, A beacon of light, rest