In the cavern of silent screams,
Where shadows dance with hidden dreams,
The darkness wraps its cold embrace,
Leaving echoes of a lonely place.
Beneath the moon’s pale, distant glow,
A river of tears begins to flow,
Each drop a memory lost in time,
A silent witness to the climb.
The weight of whispers, unheard sighs,
Paints the night with muted cries,
Stars flicker dim in their distant flight,
While hope fades softly out of sight.
Yet in this void, a flicker sparks,
A gentle light against the dark,
A whisper of strength, a silent plea,
To find the dawn and set it free.