In the quiet, silent night,
I hear whispers of the past,
Echoes of a love once bright,
Now shadows that don’t last.
Every tear that falls unseen,
Tells a tale of hidden pain,
A heart that aches in between,
Memories that remain.
The moonlight casts a gentle glow,
On remnants of what used to be,
A love that time could not bestow,
Now just a haunting melody.
Yet in the darkest, deepest part,
There’s a hope that softly gleams,
That mends the pieces of my heart,
And restores my broken dreams.