In the heart of the night, where silence reigns,
A whisper echoes, soft and low,
Loneliness wraps its gentle chains,
In the moonâs pale, silver glow.
The walls speak stories of old despair,
Faint echoes of laughter long gone,
Shadows dance in the cool night air,
While the soul wanders alone.
Stars flicker like forgotten dreams,
In the vastness of the endless sky,
Loneliness weaves through silent streams,
As time slowly drifts by.
Yet in the quiet, a strength does grow,
From solitude, a voice is found,
In the depths of night, a gentle glow,
Where hope and peace abound.