In the stillness of my heart, a lonely whisper cries,
Shadows dance around, where the light softly dies.
The echoes of forgotten dreams linger in the air,
As solitude wraps me in a cloak of despair.

The night grows colder with each passing hour,
Stars above seem distant, their light losing power.
I search for solace in the moon’s gentle glow,
Yet find only emptiness in the silence below.

Memories of laughter now seem so far away,
Like fragile autumn leaves that wither and decay.
The world moves on, but here I remain,
Trapped in a moment, lost in my pain.

Yet in this loneliness, a strength starts to rise,
A hope that one day, I’ll find clearer skies.
Until then, I’ll endure, with a heart made of stone,
For in being lonely, I’ve learned to stand alone.