In the quiet whispers of the night,
Beneath the roof that shelters all,
Lies a storm that never ceases,
And tears that silently fall.

Words once sweet now turn to bitter,
Echoes of love now lost in air,
Faces hardened, warmth has faded,
In hearts, a heavy burden to bear.

Dreams once shared now shattered pieces,
Scattered by the winds of strife,
Time, the healer, seems to linger,
As we navigate this fractured life.

Yet, in the depths of all the sorrow,
Hope still flickers, faint but bright,
For even in the darkest hours,
Love can mend and heal the night.