In the quiet corners of a weary heart,Where whispers of sadness softly depart,Tears fall like rain on barren land,A silent echo of what we can’t withstand.The moonlight casts its silver glow,On dreams that fade, on hopes that slow,Through the night, shadows dance,Weaving tales of lost romance.In eyes that hide untold grief,A fleeting moment, a stolen belief,Yet in the pain, a gentle grace,A tender strength in a fragile space.When morning breaks with a tender light,Healing begins, a hopeful fight,In the silence, we find our way,To face the dawn of a brand new day.