In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
Lies a heart that bears its burden, in silence it will weep.
The world around may never know, the sorrows it will keep,
For pain is but a whisper, in the depths of dreams so deep.

Each tear that falls is like a star, in the darkness of the soul,
A testament to battles fought, where grief takes its toll.
Yet in the morning light, a smile may take control,
Hiding all the aching wounds, that time cannot console.

Through the corridors of mind, where memories reside,
Echoes of the past will linger, in corners where they hide.
Though the heart is shattered, and the spirit is denied,
Strength is found in brokenness, where pain and hope collide.

So let the silent echoes, be heard within this space,
For pain is part of living, and leaves its tender trace.
In the end, we find our way, through trials we embrace,
And learn that in our suffering, we find our truest grace.