In the stillness of the night, shadows fall,
Whispering secrets only the moon can hear,
A heart burdened with echoes of a silent call,
Lost in the labyrinth of its own fear.

Tears trace the path of forgotten dreams,
As stars flicker dimly in the vast sky,
Each drop a memory that gently screams,
In the silence where hopes quietly die.

The wind carries tales of a love once bright,
Now faded like ink on a weathered page,
In the depths of solitude, devoid of light,
The heart dances to the rhythm of its cage.

Yet in the darkest hour before dawn’s embrace,
There lies a whisper of a new beginning,
A fragile promise in the empty space,
Where sadness ends and hope starts singing.