In the silence of a shattered dream,
Whispers of sorrow softly scream.
Tears trace paths on weary skin,
Where once hope and love had been.

Beneath the weight of a thousand fears,
A heart beats on, though scarred by years.
Memories linger, haunting and cold,
In the quiet, their stories unfold.

The sun dips low, casting shadows wide,
Hiding the pain we often hide.
Yet in the darkness, strength is found,
Among the echoes, a silent sound.

Though wounds may heal, they leave their mark,
A reminder of journeys through the dark.
In every tear, a story is spun,
Of battles lost and battles won.