In the quiet of the night, the tears flow,
A silent stream where sorrows grow.
Each drop a whisper, a tale untold,
Of dreams shattered, and hearts grown cold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silver light,
The crying soul finds no respite.
Shadows dance with shadows within,
Echoes of pain, a ceaseless din.

The stars above, indifferent and bright,
Witness the turmoil, the endless fight.
Eyes closed, the world fades away,
Lost in the sorrow, night turns to day.

Yet in the darkest hours, hope can be found,
A single ray, in the tears that abound.
For in every tear, a seed is sown,
From the deepest grief, strength is grown.