In the silence of the night, tears fall,
A soft whisper against the windowpane,
Echoes of a heart’s quiet call,
In the dark, they leave their gentle stain.

Each drop tells a story untold,
Of dreams faded and hopes that remain,
In the moonlight, they shimmer bold,
Carrying whispers of joy and pain.

The soul finds solace in the flow,
A release from the burdens it keeps,
In each tear, a chance to grow,
As the heart quietly weeps.

Yet through the tears, a light begins,
A promise of dawn, tender and bright,
A reminder that healing quietly spins,
In the embrace of the night.