In the quiet of the evening glow,
Where shadows dance and dreams let go,
A solitary heart begins to roam,
In search of warmth, in search of home.
The stars above, they softly weep,
For secrets held in silence deep,
A world unseen, yet felt so near,
Where echoes linger, and none can hear.
Among the trees, the whispers play,
Guiding lost souls whoâve lost their way,
In gentle breezes, they softly speak,
To hearts that wander, fragile and meek.
Yet in the silence, hope takes flight,
A tender glow in the darkest night,
For even alone, a light can be,
A beacon strong, for all to see.