In the shadows where silence weeps,
Lies a heart that quietly breaks,
Through the echoes of long-lost dreams,
Its solitude and deep heartaches.

The moonlight casts its gentle glow,
Yet darkness lingers in the soul,
A world where sorrow softly flows,
And endless tears take their toll.

Each memory is a whispered scream,
A fragile thread of what once was,
In the quiet depths of unseen pain,
The soul searches for a lost cause.

Yet in the quiet, hope may rise,
A weary heart begins to mend,
For even in the darkest night,
The dawn whispers, “This too shall end.”