In the silence of the night, tears softly fall,
Like raindrops on a window, a gentle call.
Whispering tales of heartache, deep and wide,
A river of emotions, nowhere to hide.
Shadows dance in the moon’s tender glow,
Each tear reflects a story, a silent show.
The world sleeps, unaware of the storm inside,
Where sorrow and solitude quietly collide.
Every tear a testament to battles fought,
To dreams that shattered, to lessons taught.
In the quiet, emotions find their way,
Through the veil of night, into the light of day.
Yet with each tear, a new dawn must arise,
Clearing the skies, wiping the weary eyes.
For in the morning light, hope softly gleams,
Turning the darkest of nights into dreams.