In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where whispers echo in silent halls,
Lies the weight of a thousand storms,
Hidden deep within our fragile walls.

Each tear a testament to battles fought,
Silent cries that fill the empty space,
Wounds that time can never heal,
Etched upon the soul’s tender face.

Yet in the darkness, light may gleam,
A gentle hand to lift the heart,
For even in the deepest hurt,
There lies a chance to restart.

Embrace the shadows, learn their song,
For through the pain, strength is born,
And in the end, the heart will rise,
Renewed by love, no longer torn.