In the quietness of the heart’s deep night,
Shadows dance where light once played,
Echoes of dreams now out of sight,
In fragments of hope that slowly fade.

The stars seem distant, far away,
In the vastness of an empty sky,
Once vibrant colors now turn gray,
As tears like rivers softly cry.

Yet amidst the broken, a flicker remains,
A gentle whisper of strength untold,
Rising slowly from the ashes and chains,
A phoenix brave and a spirit bold.

For even in pieces, there’s beauty to find,
In the art of mending what was torn,
A tapestry of the soul refined,
In brokenness, anew we’re born.