In the shadows of a weary soul,
Where whispers of silence softly stroll,
The heart finds solace in gentle tears,
Embracing the echoes of bygone years.

Beneath the weight of a sorrowed sky,
Dreams fade into a muted sigh,
As the night cloaks the weary mind,
In the depths where solace is hard to find.

Lost in the maze of a thousand thoughts,
The spirit battles, yet often falls,
Seeking light in the darkest place,
Yearning for warmth in a cold embrace.

Yet through the haze of endless night,
A flicker of hope ignites the fight,
For even in shadows, light can be found,
In the gentle whispers that softly surround.