In the quiet of the night, tears gently fall,
Like raindrops on a window, silent and small.
They speak of dreams, of hopes forlorn,
In the hush of midnight, a heart is reborn.

Each tear a story, a memory’s trace,
Carving pathways down a weary face.
They tell of love, of joy, of sorrow,
Of yesterdays lost and uncertain tomorrows.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvered light,
Tears become stars in the canvas of night.
They shine with a glow, so pure and bright,
Illuminating the soul’s hidden plight.

As dawn approaches, bringing a new day,
Tears dry up, but their essence stays.
For in every tear, a piece of the heart,
Lives on forever, even when we part.