In shadows cast by moon's soft glow,
Alone, tears fall, a silent flow.
No eyes to witness, none to see,
Just solitude and misery.
Each drop a tale of hidden pain,
A symphony of loss, refrain.
In solitude, emotions wail,
Echoing in the silent vale.
Memories, like ghosts, arise,
Haunting whispers, tear-stained skies.
Each tear a chapter, bittersweet,
Of love once held, now incomplete.
The echoes of a heart that breaks,
In solitude, the soul awakes.
To mourn the loss, to feel the ache,
In silence, solace we forsake.
Yet in the darkness, there's a light,
A glimmer in the endless night.
For tears, though shed in solitude,
Can cleanse the wounds, renew the mood.
With each tear shed, a burden lifts,
As healing hands, the spirit sifts.
In solitude, we find our strength,
To rise again, despite the length.
So let the tears fall, one by one,
In solitude, the journey's begun.
For in the depths of sorrow's sea,
We find the strength to truly be.
