In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where tears fall like gentle rain,
A heart whispers tales of sorrow,
In the silence, yearning for solace.
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Echoes of laughter now a distant hum,
Memories linger like fleeting dreams,
A tapestry woven with threads of longing.
The night cradles the broken heart,
Stars blink in sympathy from afar,
While the moon, a silent witness,
Watches over the weeping world.
Yet in this sea of endless pain,
Hope flickers like a timid flame,
For even in the darkest nights,
A new dawn awaits the weary soul.