In the quiet whispers of the night,
I seek the warmth of a father’s light,
Yet shadows dance where love should glow,
In empty spaces, the longing grows.

A silent echo in my heart’s core,
Questions linger, always wanting more,
The gentle guidance never there,
A void that’s filled with whispered prayer.

I trace the paths of broken dreams,
In search of solace, or so it seems,
Yet every step leads to the past,
Where unanswered hopes are forever cast.

Still, I rise from the ashes of pain,
Seeking strength in the falling rain,
For in the darkness, I find my way,
A beacon of hope at the break of day.