In shadows deep, where sorrow's song doth wail,
In silent halls where echoes weep and pale,
A soul adrift in seas of endless night,
Where tears are stars that flicker, dimming light.
Through misty veils of memory's embrace,
In haunted whispers, lost in time and space,
A heart once filled with laughter's sweet refrain,
Now echoes hollow, bearing scars of pain.
In empty chambers, echoes softly fade,
As dreams lie shattered, in the darkness laid,
The silent tears that fall like gentle rain,
A symphony of sorrow, endless chain.
O fleeting moments, lost in twilight's gloom,
In silent tombs where flowers fail to bloom,
The ache of absence, like a bitter sting,
In shadows deep, where sorrow's song takes wing.
Yet in the depths of darkness, light may rise,
As stars alight the velvet, tear-stained skies,
For in the heartache, hope may still abide,
And love's pure flame, though dimmed, shall never hide.
So let the tears fall freely, let them flow,
For in their waters, healing currents grow,
And though the night may seem to never end,
The dawn awaits, a broken heart to mend.
