A melody of sorrow, whispers in the breeze,
Echoing the pain that lingers, haunting memories.
My love is lost, a faded photograph,
A fragile dream, caught in the autumn's aftermath.
The rainbow's colors dim, the laughter turns to tears,
As shadows dance across the stage, silencing my fears.
The spotlight fades, a lonely spotlight's glow,
Reflecting emptiness, where joy once used to flow.
My heart, a fragile bird, trapped in a gilded cage,
Yearns for the warmth of love, to turn a brand new page.
But hope, a flickering flame, dances in the night,
A fragile, fading ember, yearning for the light.
The curtain falls, the music stops, the audience is gone,
Leaving me alone, to face the rising dawn.
With every breath, a silent prayer, a whispered plea,
To find a love, a love that sets my spirit free.
My love is lost, a whisper on the wind,
But in the darkness, a new hope I shall find.
For even in the shadows, a spark remains alight,
Guiding me through the darkness, towards the morning light.