Amidst the silence of the night, I weep,
For pieces of my heart lie scattered, torn,
In shadows deep, where secrets sleep,
A broken soul, to sorrow born.

The mirror cracks with every sigh,
Reflecting shards of dreams once bright,
Beneath the stars, I wonder why,
My spirit falters in the night.

With every breath, a silent cry,
Echoes in the empty halls,
Where memories of joy now lie,
As faded whispers on the walls.

Yet in the darkness, hope may bloom,
From seeds of pain, new strength will rise,
For even in the deepest gloom,
A broken heart can find the skies.