In the silence of the night,
Empty rooms whisper tales,
Of dreams that felt so right,
Now lost in endless gales.

Shadows dance on the walls,
A ghostly ballet of sorrow,
Each step a memory that calls,
For a brighter tomorrow.

Tears fall like autumn leaves,
Each drop a story untold,
Hearts that once believed,
Now broken, frail and cold.

Yet in this mournful song,
A spark of hope remains,
That after nights so long,
Dawn will heal the pains.