In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where whispers of pain softly tread,
Shadows dance in the moon’s soft power,
Weaving tales of tears unshed.

The heart, a vessel of silent screams,
Carries the weight of unspoken fears,
In dreams where the darkness redeems,
The soul cries through unseen tears.

Yet, in the depth of sorrow’s embrace,
A flicker of hope dares to ignite,
Lighting the path through shadowed space,
Guiding the heart through endless night.

As dawn breaks with its gentle grace,
Healing whispers begin to mend,
Transforming pain’s haunting trace,
Into a story of strength without end.