Beneath the shadowed sky, the tears gently fall,
Each drop a whisper of sorrow’s silent call.
The winds carry echoes of dreams once bright,
Now lost in the depths of endless night.
A heart once filled with laughter and song,
Now wanders paths where shadows belong.
The stars above, dimmed by a veil of grief,
Offer no solace, no sweet relief.
Memories dance in the flicker of the flame,
Haunted by the whispers, calling my name.
Each moment a reminder of what was lost,
A price paid dearly, no matter the cost.
Yet in the silence, a glimmer of light,
A promise of dawn after the night.
For even in sorrow, hope dares to rise,
Painting tomorrow in the morning skies.