In the quiet echo of a tear’s descent,
Lies the whisper of a heart that aches,
Among the shadows, memories are spent,
Grief weaves a tapestry that never breaks.

The moonlight dances on a restless night,
Guiding dreams that never find their way,
In solitude, the soul takes flight,
Seeking solace in the break of day.

Each moment is a river, drifting far,
Carrying whispers of the past’s embrace,
The stars above, a distant, guiding star,
In grief’s deep sea, we find our place.

Yet in the depth of sorrow’s endless sea,
There lies a hope that gently starts to bloom,
A gentle promise of what is yet to be,
In every shadow, a light to consume.