Beneath the shroud of silent night,
Where shadows dance in muted light,
Lies a heart, broken and torn,
In the silence, deeply worn.

Echoes of a time now passed,
Memories that could not last,
Pain whispers through the air,
A constant presence, always there.

In the stillness of the dawn,
The soul wrestles, feeling drawn,
To a peace that seems so far,
Like a distant, fading star.

Yet in the tear’s gentle fall,
There’s a strength found in it all,
For every scar that’s deeply sown,
Is a testament to battles known.