In shadows deep where cravings creep, A heart once lost begins to weep. Chains of need, a silent fight, Addiction’s grip in endless night. Love arrives, a fragile light, A beacon warm, a hand held tight. Yet tangled close, the darkness stays, A war within, in smoky haze. Through whispered pain and broken dreams, The soul seeks out the healing streams. With every step, both slow and sure, The path to freedom grows secure. At dawn, the chains begin to fall, A voice reclaimed, a hopeful call. From ashes burned, a phoenix flies, Love’s true power, the soul’s reprise. No longer bound by want or woe, A spirit free begins to grow. Addiction fades, once dark, undone— Now love and freedom walk as one.