The Silent Song of an Orphan

The Orphan's Song

In a world where shadows fade to night,

A child stands alone, without a light.

No gentle hand to hold or guide,

No soft embrace to ease the tide.

The orphan walks a road unknown,

With eyes like stars, yet cold as stone.

A heart that beats, but longs to feel,

The love that time has yet to heal.

Whispers of family, dreams untold,

Stories of warmth in the bitter cold.

Yet they vanish like fleeting air,

Leaving behind a silent prayer.

No lullaby to hum to sleep,

No promises that faith will keep.

Just echoes of a mother's cry,

A father’s gaze that passed him by.

The orphan knows the ache too well,

The heaviness no one can quell.

Yet in the depths of pain so deep,

A spark of hope begins to leap.

For though the world may turn away,

The orphan’s spirit will not sway.

Through endless storms, through darkest skies,

There’s strength in those unshed cries.

They walk alone, yet find their way,

Turning night to brighter day.

A silent vow to rise, to fight,

To find the warmth, to seek the light.

Each tear, a testament, each scar,

A sign that they have come so far.

For the orphan, though their path is long,

Carries within them an unbreakable song.

A song of dreams that can't be chained,

Of love unspoken, but unfeigned.

Of finding family where it’s least,

And healing wounds that never cease.

No, the orphan may not have the past,

But in their heart, they hold it fast.

For they are more than just the hurt,

They’re warriors, survivors of the dirt.

And as they rise from where they fell,

The world will know their strength, their spell.

For the orphan, though unseen, unknown,

Will someday stand, no longer alone.

So here’s to the ones with hearts unbroken,

To the silent words never spoken.

For in the orphan’s soul, there lies

A fire that never, ever dies.