In the stillness of the night,
Where shadows softly fall,
Tears cascade from weary eyes,
Answering a silent call.

Each drop a whispered story,
Of heartache and of pain,
They mingle in the darkness,
Like a melancholy rain.

The moonlight gently kisses,
The trails upon my face,
A tender, soothing comfort,
In this lonely, tear-streaked space.

Yet even in this sadness,
A strength begins to grow,
For through these silent teardrops,
Resilience starts to show.