In the quiet moments of the night,
Shadows whisper tales of remorse,
A heart once light now burdened,
By the echoes of a voice now hoarse.
The moonlight casts its silvery gaze,
On secrets buried deep within,
Regret weaves a tapestry of haze,
A soul caught in a silent din.
Footsteps of the past tread softly,
On the fragile threads of time,
Each step a reminder, haunting,
Of a love lost in its prime.
Yet in the dawn of new beginnings,
Hope flickers, a fragile flame,
Through the mist of guilt and sorrow,
We seek forgiveness, not in vain.