In the quiet of the midnight hour,
When the world is cloaked in sleep,
A whisper calls from shadows deep,
A soul forgotten, in the dark, it cowers.

Once a beacon of radiant light,
Now a ghost, unseen, unheard,
Dreams that flutter like a bird,
Lost in the endless night.

Eyes that once sparkled with hope,
Now dimmed, a starless sky,
A heart that yearns to fly,
Yet bound by sorrow’s rope.

Forgotten not by time’s cruel hand,
But by those who claimed to care,
In silence, the soul lays bare,
A whisper in a desolate land.