In gardens where the roses bloom,
Youth’s laughter fills the air,
But shadows loom and whisper gloom,
A fate that’s all too fair.

The sun that shines on dewy morn,
Sees hearts so fresh, so bright,
Yet twilight comes, a life is torn,
Silent falls the night.

Dreams unfulfilled, ambitions fade,
Beneath the starry sky,
The world feels cold, a tender shade,
As we whisper our goodbye.

Memories cling, like autumn leaves,
To trees now bare and still,
A youth’s lost song, our heart deceives,
With echoes of a will.