The Weary Soul

In shadows deep, where light once played,
A heart now stumbles, worn and frayed.
The laughter's gone, replaced by sighs,
In endless search of truth and lies.

Once bright with hope, now dimmed with doubt,
The world turns cold, as stars burn out.
We chase the good, but find it lost,
Each choice we make comes at a cost.

The moral path, so steep, so high,
Becomes a dream, too far to try.
Yet still we yearn, through pain and strife,
For meaning in this fleeting life.

A weary soul, who dares to see,
The price of what it means to be.
And though it hurts to know the truth,
We press on still, for hope, for youth.