In the depths of the silent night,
Shadows dance with a heavy heart.
Whispers of pain, a constant fight,
As tears and sorrow never part.

Beneath the moon’s pale, solemn light,
The echoes of suffering softly cry.
Dreams once bright now take their flight,
And hopes begin to slowly die.

Each breath a burden, a silent plea,
For solace in this endless strife.
The soul yearns deeply to be free,
From the chains that bind this life.

Yet in the darkness, a spark may rise,
A glimmer of peace, a tender embrace.
For even in pain, the spirit tries,
To find a moment of grace.