In the stillness of the midnight air,
Echoes of sorrow softly tread,
Whispers of a heart laid bare,
Mourning for the dreams now dead.
Shadows dance on walls so cold,
Memories of joy now lost,
A tale of grief slowly unfolds,
Beneath the veil of silent frost.
The moonlight weeps with tender grace,
Silver tears that glisten bright,
Reflecting pain on every face,
In the depth of the solemn night.
Yet, within this darkened sea,
A flicker of hope dares to rise,
For even in sorrow, there can be
A dawn that breaks the endless skies.