In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows whisper tales of sorrow,
A heart once filled with blooming flowers,
Now weeps in pain for a lost tomorrow.

The stars above, they seem to weep,
Reflecting tears that I can’t hide,
For in my soul, the wounds run deep,
A testament to love that died.

Through memories that haunt my mind,
I trace the steps of what once was,
Searching for a solace I can’t find,
In the remnants of a shattered cause.

Yet hope, like dawn, may rise anew,
Though now the night is dark and cold,
For even hearts that break in two,
Can find the strength to once more hold.