In the stillness of the midnight hour,
I hear the whispers of my heart,
A symphony of solitude’s power,
Tearing my world apart.

Each shadow cast by the moonlight,
Reflects the echoes of my pain,
A dance in the cold, silent night,
Where only loneliness remains.

The stars above, they seem so near,
Yet their light feels miles away,
In this realm of silent fear,
Where I endlessly stray.

But in the depths of this solitude,
A strength begins to rise,
For in every lonely interlude,
A new dawn always lies.