In the quiet of the night, tears fall unseen,
Like whispers of sorrow in the moon’s serene.
Each drop a story, each glisten a tale,
Of hearts that have wandered, of love that did fail.

Underneath the stars, where dreams once soared,
Tears carve rivers, where memories are stored.
They speak of longing, of moments missed,
In the cold embrace of a night’s gentle mist.

The night listens, as tears tell their lore,
Of broken promises, of love no more.
Yet in their fall, there’s a glimmer of hope,
That in letting go, the heart learns to cope.

So let the tears flow, let them cleanse and heal,
For in their silent touch, true emotions reveal.
And when the dawn breaks, with its tender light,
The soul finds courage, to face another night.