In the quiet of the evening’s sigh,
Dreams dissolve into the night,
Hopes once bright now drift away,
In the arms of shadowed plight.
The stars above, they softly weep,
For battles lost in silent screams,
As hearts grow weary, strength recedes,
In the ebb of broken dreams.
With every breath, the soul concedes,
To the weight of endless strife,
Surrendering to the whispering void,
The final dance of life.
Yet in the darkness, peace is found,
A quiet calm, a mournful grace,
For giving up is sometimes love,
In letting go, we find our place.