In the quiet of the night, shadows softly speak,
Of dreams once held close, now drifting far,
The echoes of laughter, now whispers weak,
Beneath the pale glow of a lonely star.

Time once danced with a gentle grace,
But now it stands still, in sorrow’s embrace,
Memories of love, etched on a fragile face,
In the silent corners of an empty space.

The heart, once a fortress, now lies bare,
As the wind carries whispers of despair,
The promises made, now lost in the air,
Leaving traces of love, beyond repair.

Yet from the ashes, hope dares to rise,
Seeking the dawn in tear-streaked skies,
For within the broken, new strength lies,
As the heart learns again to fly.