In silence deep, where shadows sleep,
I walk alone, yet do not weep.
The world outside may never see
The love and peace that dwell in me.
A gentle home inside my chest,
Where all is calm, where I can rest.
No voices shout, no faces stare,
Just quiet skies and softened air.
I build a life no one demands,
With open arms and holding hands.
A love that flows without a price,
Returning sweet, and soft, and nice.
My children laugh in morning light,
Their joy like stars that bless the night.
And by my side, a love so true,
He sees my soul and holds it too.
Success is not in crowds or fame,
But in the whisper of my name—
Spoken in prayer, in still retreat,
Where God and I in silence meet.
They call me strange—I do not care.
For they don't know the world I bear.
A world of colors, rich and deep,
That only bloom when others sleep.
So let them mock, and let them flee.
They'll never take the real of me.
For in the dark, I see the most—
My peace, my love, my God, my home.