In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where dreams dissolve and shadows play,
A heart beats softly, lost and cold,
In the endless night that steals the day.
The whispers of past joys now fade,
Replaced by echoes of forgotten tears,
Each memory a haunting serenade,
Dancing with the ghosts of fears.
The pain flows like a silent stream,
Through the valleys of a broken mind,
Carving paths in a fading dream,
Leaving hope and peace behind.
Yet beneath the weight of sorrow’s chain,
A flicker of light dares to ignite,
A fragile promise in the rain,
That the dawn may follow the longest night.