In the quiet shadows of a broken heart,
Grief weaves its heavy, silent art,
Tear by tear, like raindrops on the sea,
It whispers tales of what used to be.
In the foggy dawn of a new day,
Healing softly finds its way,
Through cracks where light begins to seep,
Awakening dreams from restless sleep.
Memories linger, haunting and sweet,
A dance of joy and sorrow at our feet,
Yet in the garden of pain and loss,
Hope blooms amidst the scattered moss.
Time, the gentle sculptor of scars,
Shapes anew beneath the stars,
In the cradle of night, a tender song,
Guides us back to where we belong.