In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where shadows whisper their tales,
Lies a symphony of silent cries,
A dance with unseen veils.

Each tear a note in the darkened night,
Composing songs of sorrow’s grace,
The echoes of a hidden fight,
In every line, a tear-streaked face.

Beneath the surface, a storm resides,
Fury wrapped in gentle guise,
Yet still, the soul in patience bides,
Amongst the truth and tangled lies.

And so we weave our fragile tales,
Of pain that blooms in silent grace,
In every shadow where light pales,
The heart finds strength to embrace.