In the quiet night, I hear the whispers,
Of dreams once whole, now shattered pieces.
A heart once strong, now beats in fragments,
Lost in the echoes of what used to be.

The stars above, they shine so coldly,
Reflecting the void within my soul.
Each twinkling light, a distant memory,
Of moments past, now stories untold.

I walk alone through paths of sorrow,
Shadows of love, they haunt my way.
The dawn may come, but it brings no morrow,
Just endless nights, and skies of gray.

Yet in this darkness, I find a solace,
A strength to rise, though broken still.
For in my heart, there’s a quiet promise,
That broken things can heal with will.