In the quiet of the night, tears fall like rain,
Echoes of sorrow, whispers of pain.
Each drop a story, each glimmer a sigh,
Reflecting the moon, as it glides through the sky.

Tears that speak, when words are too weak,
A silent language, emotions they leak.
Overflowing from the depths of the soul,
Filling the void, making us whole.

The heart’s silent words, in tears they reside,
In moments of loss, in times we cried.
They carry the weight of unspoken fears,
And wash away the passage of years.

In each tear, a memory lives on,
A fragment of love, a piece of a song.
They fall and they fade, like stars in the night,
Yet they shine with a soft, eternal light.