In the quiet of the night, I stand alone,
Beneath the silver moon, a world unknown.
Shadows dance with whispers, soft and low,
In the realm where only lonely hearts go.

The stars above, a distant, silent choir,
Sing songs of old, of sorrow and desire.
Each twinkle holds a dream, now cast away,
In the vast expanse where lost souls stray.

The wind, it carries tales of those before,
Who walked this path, now shadows on the floor.
Their footsteps faint, yet echo in my mind,
Reminders of the solitude that binds.

In this stillness, I find a hidden grace,
A gentle peace within this lonely space.
For in the heart of loneliness, I see,
A deeper understanding of being free.