In the quiet of the night, where shadows linger,
Tears fall silently, a mournful singer,
Each drop a story, a tale untold,
A heart’s lament, in sorrow’s fold.
The moonlight dances on cheeks so pale,
Whispering secrets of a love that failed,
Eyes that gleam with a hidden pain,
In the silence, crying in vain.
The world asleep, yet the heart awake,
Bearing burdens it can no longer fake,
A symphony of sobs, a sorrowful tune,
Beneath the stars, under the moon.
Yet in the dawn, hope may find its way,
Through the tears shed in the nightâs fray,
For every tear, a strength reborn,
In the light of the breaking morn.