In the quiet of the night, whispers of sorrow sing,
Shadows dance upon the walls, in morose swirling rings.
The heart, a weary traveler, lost amidst the storm,
Seeking solace in the dawn, where hope can reform.
Each tear a testament, to battles fought alone,
A silent cry in the dark, where suffering is sown.
Yet in the depths of anguish, a flicker of light remains,
A promise of tomorrow, beyond the present strains.
The soul bears the scars, like maps of ancient lands,
Marking the journey through time, with unseen hands.
But through the pain and suffering, resilience softly grows,
Nurtured by the dreams, that the weary heart knows.
Embrace the silent echoes, let them guide the way,
For in the shadows of the night, the dawn will break and stay.
From the depths of despair, rise with newfound grace,
Transform the pain within, and let love take its place.