In the quiet of the night, I find my soul adrift,
Through shadows deep and dark, where light begins to sift.
The silence speaks in whispers, tales of weary hearts,
As loneliness enfolds, and the world around departs.

A solitary star above, in a canvas vast and gray,
Reflects the isolation that fills each passing day.
The echoes of my thoughts, like waves upon the shore,
Crash against the stillness, leaving me longing for more.

In empty rooms I wander, where memories once played,
Now only ghosts remain, and laughter starts to fade.
The walls, they listen closely, to secrets never told,
In the embrace of solitude, as warmth turns into cold.

Yet in this quiet desolation, a strength begins to grow,
For in the heart of darkness, a light begins to glow.
From the depths of loneliness, a new dawn will arise,
And in the arms of solitude, I’ll find the strength to rise.