In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where whispers of pain softly start,
Shadows dance in silent dismay,
As tears find paths in endless array.

The echoes linger in the hollow night,
A symphony of unseen blight,
Each note a reminder of fragile grace,
In the vastness of an empty space.

Suffering wraps its cold embrace,
In the hidden corners of a weary place,
Yet hope flickers in the distant light,
Like stars against the canvas of night.

Through the storm and silent scream,
We weave the fabric of a broken dream,
And find strength in the gentle rain,
To rise again from the depths of pain.