In the quiet corners, where shadows dwell,
Lies a soul in solitude, a tale to tell.
Like a shadow, they linger, unseen, unknown,
Crying in the darkness, silently they moan.
Alone amidst the crowd, unnoticed they stand,
A phantom of sorrow, with heart in hand.
Their tears fall softly, in the still of night,
Echoing their anguish, hidden from sight.
Yet within this darkness, a glimmer of light,
A flicker of hope, pushing back the night.
For shadows may fade, but the dawn will rise,
Bringing solace and comfort, to weary eyes.
So let not despair, your spirit consume,
For even in darkness, there's room to bloom.
Embrace the shadows, let them fade away,
And greet the dawn of a brand new day.
