In the quiet of the night, I sit alone,
The whispers of the wind, my only tone.
Shadows dance upon the walls, unknown,
In this vast emptiness, my heart is sown.

The stars above, they shine so bright,
Yet in their glow, I find no light.
The moon’s soft gaze, a distant sight,
Reflects my soul, in endless plight.

The days go by, each one the same,
A silent echo of a forgotten name.
In crowded rooms, I feel the shame,
Of being alone in this endless game.

But in this loneliness, I find my voice,
A quiet strength, a hidden choice.
To seek within, and to rejoice,
In the solitude, where I embrace my poise.