In the quiet of the night I weep,
Beneath the moon’s pale, somber light.
The shadows of my sorrows creep,
Embracing me in endless night.

The stars above, they seem so cold,
Reflecting all my inner pain.
Each memory, a story told,
Of love that’s lost in tearful rain.

My heart, once full, now echoes bare,
A hollow shell of what has been.
The weight of grief I cannot bear,
A silent cry, a haunting scene.

Yet in this darkness, hope may grow,
A fragile light, a tender spark.
For even in the deepest woe,
The dawn will break and end the dark.