In the shadowed corners of the heart,
Where silent echoes softly start,
Lies a garden of unspoken pain,
Nurtured by tears like gentle rain.

Each petal holds a story untold,
Of moments lost, and dreams grown cold,
Their colors fade in the dimming light,
Yet bloom anew in the quiet night.

The wind carries whispers of forgotten scars,
As the moonlight reveals where they are,
In the solitude, they softly sing,
Of the hurt that time cannot bring.

Yet from the ashes of a broken past,
Hope emerges, steadfast and vast,
For in the pain, new strength is found,
And healing begins to weave its sound.