In a world dimmed by shadowed deeds,
A boy and a girl, hearts tender as reeds,
Fell prey to greed, to the cruel hands of night—
Innocence stolen, far from the light.
Yet deep in their chests, a small ember glows,
A flame that persists where the cold wind blows.
Though trials may batter and darkness may call,
Within their hearts, they are stronger than all.
The past is a canvas, splattered with pain,
But hope is a sunrise, breaking the chain.
Hand in hand, through sorrow and fear,
They find their worth, holding each other near.
Already enough, with nothing to prove,
No debts to settle, no burdens to move.
In laughter and tears, in silence and song,
They journey together, where both belong.
Though the world may doubt, or shadows may creep,
Their spirits are vast, their courage runs deep.
For in every scar, and in every rough day,
They're already enough, come what may.