In the silence of a heavy heart,
Tears fall like autumn leaves,
Each drop a story untold,
A whisper only the soul believes.

They trace the paths of our sorrows,
Carving rivers on weary cheeks,
Echoes of laughter and grief,
In a symphony no voice speaks.

Tears are the language of our pain,
Reflecting fears and broken dreams,
They cleanse the wounds unseen,
In their gentle, silent streams.

Yet in each tear, hope resides,
A promise of dawn’s embrace,
For after the storm, calm prevails,
And light returns to grace our face.