In the quiet corners of the night,
Where whispers of dreams cease to tread,
A heart wrapped in shadows finds its light,
In tears unshed, in words unsaid.

The moon casts its pale, gentle gaze,
Upon a soul burdened with silent cries,
Lost in the labyrinth of endless days,
Underneath the vast, indifferent skies.

Once vibrant colors now fade to gray,
In the echo of laughter long gone,
Time steals the dreams that dare to stay,
Leaving memories to linger on.

Yet amidst the sorrow and the pain,
A seed of hope begins to grow,
For even in the softest rain,
The spirit finds a gentle glow.