In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting light,
Tears fall softly, a whispered grace,
Tracing paths down a weary face.

Each drop a story, untold and deep,
Woven from dreams we long to keep,
Echoes of laughter, shadows of pain,
In this silent rain, nothing is in vain.

The heart speaks through these liquid lines,
A song unsung, yet pure, it shines,
In the stillness, a gentle embrace,
Finding solace in this sacred space.

Let tears be not a sign of weak,
But a language of the soul we seek,
For in their flow, we find release,
A testament to our inner peace.