In the quiet of the night, shadows dance alone,
Forgotten whispers linger, in a heart turned to stone.
Echoes of laughter, now mere memories fade,
As silence envelops, where once joy had played.

The moonlight casts its silver, on an empty path below,
Footsteps long vanished, where love used to flow.
Abandoned dreams lie scattered, like leaves in the breeze,
Lost in the abyss, where sorrow never leaves.

The stars above bear witness, to a story untold,
Of bonds once cherished, now grown cold.
In the stillness of the night, a soul wanders free,
Searching for solace, in a desolate sea.

Yet hope flickers faintly, like a distant star’s gleam,
Amidst the ruins of what once was a dream.
For in the heart’s depth, where pain resides,
The seeds of renewal, quietly bide.