In the silence of a restless night,
Tears fall like gentle rain,
Whispering secrets to the stars,
A quiet dance of hidden pain.
Each drop tells a story untold,
Of dreams that once were bright,
Now shadowed by the weight of time,
In the solitude of night.
The heart speaks in liquid words,
A symphony only the soul can hear,
Crying becomes a silent song,
Of longing, hope, and fear.
Yet in this river of sorrowâs flow,
There lies a seed of healing light,
For tears, though born of sadness deep,
Can guide us back to the dawn’s gentle sight.