In the silence of the midnight hour,
When the world is fast asleep,
A hollow feeling takes its power,
Into the soul, it does seep.
Like a void that knows no end,
It echoes through the mind,
The heart, it struggles to defend,
From shadows left behind.
The stars above, they seem so far,
Their light, a distant plea,
A reminder of how things are,
In this vast, empty sea.
Yet in this space, a seed may grow,
Of hope, of dreams untold,
For even in the depths of woe,
Lies strength, a heart of gold.