In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in pale moonlight,
Forgotten souls begin to weep,
In dreams where memories do creep.

Their voices lost in time’s embrace,
Faces blurred, no trace, no place,
In hearts once warm, now cold and still,
Their absence leaves an aching chill.

Beneath the stars, they softly call,
Hoping someone hears at all,
Yet silence answers, deaf and deep,
As loneliness their spirits keep.

In the end, they fade away,
Like morning mist in break of day,
Forgotten souls, in sorrow’s flight,
Disappear into the endless night.