In the quiet hush of a moonlit night,
Whispers of sorrow take their flight.
Tears like raindrops, silently fall,
Echoing heartache, the pain of it all.
Yet in the darkest hours, hope does gleam,
A distant star, a tender dream.
Through the veil of night, a promise lies,
That dawn will break in painted skies.
In every tear, a seed is sown,
From grief, a garden overgrown.
Petals of hope, soft and bright,
Bloom from the shadows, chasing the night.
For in the heart\'s deep, silent well,
Stories of hope begin to swell.
In the midst of sorrow, light finds a way,
Turning midnight into the break of day.