In the quiet corners of my heart,
Where shadows and silence play,
Lies the echo of a lonesome start,
And dreams that have turned to gray.

The winds whisper tales of yore,
Of love once bright, now forlorn,
Every step we took before,
Now lost in the mists of morn.

Abandoned hopes, like fallen leaves,
Scatter upon the ground,
Each one a memory that grieves,
A silence that is profound.

Yet in this solitude, I find,
A strength that quietly grows,
For even in an abandoned mind,
A new seed of courage sows.