In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Echoes of sorrow softly start,
Shadows dance in the dimming light,
As the soul battles its endless night.
Beneath the weight of unseen tears,
Lies a world shaped by hidden fears,
Each breath a whispered plea,
For solace, for serenity.
The stars above seem to weep,
For dreams long lost in the deep,
Yet hope flickers like a distant flame,
Guiding the lost through their silent shame.
In the embrace of the night’s long sigh,
The heart learns to once again try,
Finding strength amid the pain,
To rise, to live, to love again.