In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance upon the wall,
Lies a heart that’s lost its power,
To rise again, from love’s cruel fall.

The echoes of laughter now fade away,
Leaving whispers of what used to be,
In the silence, memories sway,
Like leaves adrift on a restless sea.

Tears trace paths down weary cheeks,
Painting stories of love’s demise,
In the solitude, the heart speaks,
Of dreams shattered, of hope that lies.

Yet even in this desolate place,
A flicker of light begins to glow,
For from the ashes, a new grace,
Can rise again, and love might grow.