In the quiet of the night, shadows softly weep,
Where dreams once danced now silence keeps,
A heart adrift, lost in the endless sea,
Seeking worth in echoes, yearning to be free.
The mirror reflects a strangerâs gaze,
In fleeting moments, clarity fades,
Whispers of doubt in every breath,
A silent storm, a dance with death.
Footsteps trace paths of forgotten light,
In the vast expanse of stars, a lonely flight,
The world moves on, indifferent and vast,
A soul adrift, tethered to the past.
Yet in the depths, a flicker ignites,
A gentle warmth, a whisper of light,
Hopeâs gentle touch, a tender embrace,
In worthlessness, a spark of grace.