In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Where echoes of laughter fade away,
The shadows stretch across the floor,
Whispering tales of a forgotten day.

Beneath the burden of an endless sky,
Dreams unravel, thread by thread,
In a world where hope dares not fly,
And every step feels like lead.

The sun hides behind a curtain of gray,
Casting a pallor on the weary heart,
As night descends, night and day,
A dance of despair, never to part.

Yet in the silence, a flicker of light,
A distant star in the vast unknown,
Reminds the soul of its own might,
Waiting for dawn to reclaim its throne.