In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
Shadows whisper secrets of fright,
In the depths of my soul, they creep.

The weight of sorrow bears me down,
A heavy cloak I cannot shed,
In every smile, a hidden frown,
In every word, a silent dread.

The days blend into endless gray,
A fog that blurs the line of time,
Each step I take, a weary sway,
Each thought a mountain I must climb.

Yet in this darkness, I still fight,
A flicker of hope, a distant light,
For even in the blackest night,
The dawn will come, and with it, might.