In the quiet of the night, shadows whisper,
Echoes of a heart weighed down, drawing deeper.
Beneath the moon’s soft, watchful gaze,
The soul wanders through a lonely maze.

Dreams dissolve in the morning mist,
As hope, like the sun, seems to drift.
Each step feels heavy, a silent cry,
In a world where tears refuse to dry.

Stars flicker above, distant and cold,
A reminder of stories left untold.
The heart seeks solace in the night,
Wishing for dawn, for warmth, for light.

Yet in this darkness, seeds are sown,
Of courage and strength, once unknown.
From shadows, a new dawn will rise,
Painting hope across the skies.