In the dawn of life, a shadow looms,
A whisper in the wind, a fleeting bloom.
The sun sets early, casting a pall,
On dreams unspoken, and futures small.

The stars above, they seem to weep,
For promises broken, for secrets they keep.
A candle snuffed, before its prime,
Leaves echoes of a life, lost in time.

Lonely winds through empty halls,
Murmurs of laughter now silent calls.
Memories linger, like ghosts in the night,
Of a spirit so bright, now taken from sight.

Though the world moves on, a void remains,
An ache in the heart, eternal pains.
For those who loved, and lost so young,
A song unfinished, forever unsung.