In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispers of sorrow in the silence they keep.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, sorrowful glow,
A heart silently weeps for what it cannot show.

The echoes of laughter long faded away,
Leaving only memories in shades of gray.
Each tear a token of unspoken pain,
Falling like raindrops on a windowpane.

Dreams once vibrant now shrouded in mist,
A dance of shadows that quietly persist.
In the depths of night, where lost hopes reside,
The soul wanders in search of a place to hide.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A whisper of hope in the endless night.
For every shadow that conceals the sun,
There lies a dawn where healing has begun.