In the whispers of the night, I seek
The shadowed figure I never knew
A ghostly presence, a missing link
In the empty halls where echoes grew

A quiet void where warmth should be
Questions linger in the silent air
Yearning for a face I cannot see
In dreams, a father who was never there

Footsteps fade in the corridors of time
Leaving traces of a story untold
A heart that beats in rhythmic rhyme
Searching for a hand to hold

Yet hope remains in the gentle dawn
In the strength I find within
Though shadows stretch across the lawn
I rise anew, where love begins