In the quiet of the night’s embrace,
I hear the whispers of a silent heart,
Echoes of sorrows deeply traced,
In shadows where tears silently start.

The moonlight weaves a tapestry of pain,
Each thread a memory, each stitch a sigh,
Lost in the labyrinth of the mind’s domain,
Where broken dreams and heartaches lie.

Beneath the stars, the soul does weep,
For love that faded, for joy that’s gone,
In the silence, secrets it does keep,
Of battles lost and wars not won.

Yet in this sorrow, there’s a strength,
A resilience forged in the fires of despair,
For even in the darkest length,
There’s hope that lingers, tender and rare.