In the quiet, whispers die,
Beneath the weight of a weeping sky.
Once, we laughed, but now we weep,
As broken promises softly creep.
The echoes fade, the light grows dim,
What once was full is now worn thin.
We search for warmth, but it’s too late,
Our hearts, like ghosts, bear sorrow’s weight.
In every corner, shadows crawl,
The walls we built begin to fall.
Fading voices, lost and still,
Are swallowed whole against our will.
The path ahead is laced with pain,
A bitter loss, a silent gain.
And in this void, where hope once stayed,
Only the echoes now remain.