In the quiet of night, where whispers reign,
A shadow of sorrow, an echo of pain.
It dances in silence, unseen, unknown,
A symphony of heartache, deeply sown.

Through the corridors of time, it weaves,
A tale of anguish, of lost reprieves.
Each heartbeat, a throb of silent cries,
Beneath the surface, where true agony lies.

Yet in this darkness, a flicker, a light,
A promise of dawn, of ending night.
For even in pain, there’s a seed of grace,
A hope that endures, in the coldest embrace.

So let the tears fall, let the heart bleed,
For in every wound, there’s a silent creed.
A testament to strength, to resilience anew,
In the garden of sorrow, where we all grew.