In the quiet of the night, shadows grow,
A whispered sigh where silent sorrows flow.
In dreams that fade like morning mist,
The heart recalls the warmth it missed.

Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
A silent scream in gentle rains.
The world outside, a distant hue,
While darkness paints each moment blue.

The echoes of forgotten laughter fade,
In corners where the memories played.
Yet hope, a fragile, flickering flame,
Yearns to rise and call its name.

Amidst the shadows, light may gleam,
A tender touch within a dream.
And though the night seems endless now,
The dawn will come, somehow, somehow.