In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting light,
Grief weaves its tale, unseen, untold,
A heavy heart, a story unfolds.
Like autumn leaves that softly fall,
Memories echo, they gently call,
Each tear a river, each sigh a song,
In the silence, where we belong.
The moonlight casts a silver hue,
On dreams that once felt bright and true,
In every breath, a lingering pain,
Yet hope whispers, we rise again.
Through the shadows, we find our way,
Embracing dawn, a brand new day,
For in the heart where love remains,
Grief transforms, its beauty gains.