In the quiet shadows, grief softly calls,
Through the twilight haze, a solemn whisper falls.
Hearts heavy with sorrow, tears gently flow,
In the embrace of night, where memories glow.

Beneath the stars, in the silence of the night,
We mourn the lost, with all our might.
Their laughter echoes in the chambers of our soul,
As we gather the pieces, striving to be whole.

The wind carries whispers of love once known,
In the garden of our hearts, seeds of sorrow are sown.
With every dawn, we face the lingering pain,
Yet in their memory, we find strength to sustain.

Through the veil of tears, we seek the light,
In the midst of mourning, we hold on tight.
For in the silence, their spirit shall remain,
A beacon of love, in the midst of our pain.