In the shadowed corners of a lonely room,
Silence whispers tales of forgotten dreams.
The echoes of laughter long faded away,
Leaving behind only the quiet’s heavy seams.

The moonlight spills through cracked windows,
Casting shadows that dance on the floor.
Memories linger in the stillness,
As the heart aches for something more.

Tears fall like rain on a barren field,
Nourishing the sorrow that grows within.
The night holds tight its secrets,
As sadness takes root beneath the skin.

Yet in the depth of this silent storm,
A flicker of hope begins to ignite.
For even in darkness, a spark can be born,
Turning the night into dawn’s gentle light.