In the quiet of the darkest hours,
Where shadows dance and dreams devour,
Silent tears begin to fall,
Whispering secrets, telling all.

Underneath the silver moon,
Heartfelt sobs play a mournful tune,
Each drop a story, each tear a tale,
Of hopes once bright, now grown pale.

In the solitude of a weeping soul,
Emotions lose their self-control,
The world outside may seem so blind,
To the cries that echo in the mind.

Yet through the tears, a strength is found,
A quiet resilience that knows no bound,
For every tear that graces the face,
Brings a silent promise, a healing embrace.