In the quiet of the night, where whispers dwell,
Lies a heart burdened, with stories it cannot tell.
Stars above, once bright, now dimmed and cold,
In their vast silence, a tale of despair unfolds.

The winds that blow carry gentle sighs,
Of dreams unfulfilled, beneath the endless skies.
Hope, a fleeting shadow, dances on the brink,
As the soul wanders, on the edge, it sinks.

In the mirror of time, reflections grow faint,
Lost in the echoes of what once was quaint.
The dawn seems distant, a horizon far away,
As the night deepens, and colors turn to gray.

Yet within the darkness, a silent plea remains,
For light to pierce through, to break these chains.
A yearning for solace, in this endless night,
For a whisper of hope, to ignite the fading light.