In the quiet corners of a shadowed heart,
Lies a heaviness, a silent art.
Grief, a companion in the night,
Guides the soul away from light.

Tears fall like rain on barren ground,
Each drop a memory, a mournful sound.
Yet in the echoes of the past,
A gentle hope begins to cast.

Through the fog of endless pain,
Time whispers healing, soft and plain.
The soul, once shattered, starts to mend,
Finding strength around the bend.

In the garden of forgotten dreams,
New blossoms grow by silent streams.
Grief transforms, a bittersweet tune,
As night gives way to the rising moon.