In the depths of night, where silence reigns,
A heart whispers tales of sorrow’s embrace.
Shadows dance in the moon’s gentle glow,
Weaving stories only the lost ones know.

Among the echoes of forgotten dreams,
Tears fall like rain, a soft, mournful stream.
Each drop a memory, a moment of pain,
Carving paths on cheeks like a sorrowful refrain.

The lonely wind sings a haunting tune,
Under the watchful eye of a pale, distant moon.
In solitude’s arms, we find our peace,
Where the chaos of the world finds its release.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A reminder that dawn follows every night.
Hope whispers softly, a gentle reprieve,
Promising that even sadness must leave.