Shadows dance in the mourning light,
As tears trace paths on silent cheeks.
The world moves, yet still I stand,
In the gentle embrace of sorrow’s hand.

Every whisper of the wind echoes,
The stories of the lost and forgotten.
Memories fade like autumn leaves,
Carried by the currents of time’s river.

Underneath a sky painted in gray,
Dreams lay scattered, broken by reality.
The heart, a vessel heavy with longing,
Seeks solace in the quiet of the night.

Yet in this valley of tears and sighs,
Hope dares to light a flickering flame.
For even in sorrow’s gentle hold,
The seed of tomorrow waits to unfold.