In the quiet of the night, where dreams once softly lay,
Whispers of lost moments guide the tears away.
A heart once full of laughter, now echoes through the dark,
Seeking solace in the shadows, where memories leave their mark.

The stars above are distant, yet they know the sorrow well,
For they’ve watched lovers part, in silence they dwell.
The moonlight bathes the world in a gentle, silver glow,
But cannot heal the wounds that only time can show.

Beneath the weeping willow, where secrets softly sigh,
A heartache finds its voice, beneath the endless sky.
The wind carries the whispers, of love that’s lost its way,
Leaving only echoes, of words we couldn’t say.

Yet in the depth of sorrow, hope begins to bloom,
For even in the darkness, light can pierce the gloom.
A heart that knows heartache, learns to love again,
Finding strength in healing, as it mends from pain.