In the quiet night where darkness weaves,
I find a solace in the silent grieves.
The moonlight whispers tales of sorrow,
Echoes of yesterdays and lost tomorrows.

Beneath the stars that softly gleam,
I wander through a haunted dream.
The cold wind carries a mournful song,
Of heartaches felt, and love gone wrong.

The tears that fall like gentle rain,
Wash away the hidden pain.
In this lonely, shadowed space,
I wear the sadness on my face.

Yet in this deep and sorrowed place,
I find a strange and tender grace.
For even in the darkest night,
There is a flicker of soft light.