Marble cracks trace a burning line
Dust swirls slow in a fate divine
Old stone keeps every whispered scar
Light spills faint from the wounded star
Broken vows hum in sacred air
Silent prayers rise from hidden care
Heart kneels soft near the ancient beam
Soul finds truth in the broken gleam
Tears turn gold in the trembling glow
Pain forms depth only seekers know
Hope grows strong through the fractured dome
Dreams return to their rightful home
Spirit lifts where the shadows are
Peace shines clear through the inner bar
I become what the trials declare
I rise
In the temple of the wounded star