In the quiet shadows of the night,
Where whispers of sorrow softly tread,
A heart beats with a silent fright,
In a world where all joy has fled.
The tears fall like a gentle rain,
Each drop a story of silent pain,
In the echoes of a love once bright,
Now lost in the endless night.
The moonlight casts a solemn glow,
On memories that refuse to fade,
The aching heart, a weary foe,
In battles of love, silently played.
Yet in this world of silent screams,
A hope lingers in the broken dreams,
That someday the pain will cease,
And bring the wounded heart to peace.