In hollow halls of memory, where
shadows play whispered name, the echoes of what's lost, they linger on
a bittersweet reminder of what's gone.

In this vast, empty space, I find my way
through labyrinths of the heart, where love's decay silence screams, a deafening refrain a melancholy serenade, a sorrowful strain.

The ghosts of what could've been,
they whisper low of dreams , and moments let go their ethereal voices weave a haunting spell reminder of what's been lost to tell.

In this silence, I'm adrift, a ship
without a shore, a traveler without a map, searching evermore for a glimpse of what was, a hint of what's to be a fleeting sense of peace, a respite from this emptiness in me.

Yet, in this quiet, I find a strange
reprieve a chance to confront the shadows that I grieve to let the silence speak, to let the heart reveal the depths of what's been lost, and the secrets that it conceals.

In this lost silence, I'll wander, lost alone
through the twilight realms of memory, where love's gone but even in the darkness, there's a beauty to be found a haunting cheerful melody, a sorrowful, sweet sound.

Tears fall like words, a silent stream
a language universal, yet uniquely serene
they speak of sorrow, of joy and of pain
a vocabulary of emotions, forever sustained.

In every drop, a story's told
of love, loss, and memories old
they whisper secrets, of the heart's deep core
a language that's understood, by all who adore.

Tears of laughter, tears of woe
a symphony of emotions, as they flow
they bridge the gaps, between you and me
a common tongue, that sets our souls free.

In the language of tears, we find a friend
a companion that listens, until the very end
so let the tears fall, like words from above
for in their silence, we find a language of love.

I wake with the dawn, before the city's awake
my mind's already racing, with the day's tasks at stake I hit the ground running, with a fire in my soul I'm chasing my dreams, and I won't let them grow old.

I grind through the morning, with a focus so tight I'm a force to be reckoned with, in the dark of night I push through the struggles, with a will that won't bend
I'm a hustler, a maker, with a passion that never ends.

I'm a master of my fate, a captain of my ship
I navigate the obstacles, with a determination that grips I'm a warrior, a fighter, with a spirit that won't
break I'm a hustler, a survivor, with a heart that won't shake.

So watch me rise, watch me shine watch me turn my vision into a reality that's
mine I'm a hustler, a go-getter, with a dream that's in sight I won't stop until I reach the top, and I make it feel just right.

There's a place where the sun rises
high where the skies are painted with colors that touch the eye where the air is crisp and clean, and the heart can breathe
free a place where dreams are born, and hope eternally.

But for some, that place seems far away
a distant memory, of light that shines through cracks, in a world that's worn and gray a world that whispers "you're not enough" every day.

Yet, deep within, a spark remains
a flame that flickers, but never wanes
a voice that whispers "you are more" than the chains that bind
a soul that yearns to soar, to leave the shadows behind.

So let's rise up, and shine our light
to illuminate the path, through the dark of night to guide each other, to a place of freedom and peace where love
and hope entwine, and the heart can release.

In the depths of my soul, a shadow
resides a darkness that remains, where light cannot abide it whispers my name, with a haunting refrain a constant reminder, of the pain that remains.

It seeps through the cracks, like a chilling cold a presence that lingers, where love once grew old it hides in the night, with a
patient, evil grin waiting to consume, the light that shines within.

In this endless twilight, I search for a spark a glimmer of hope, to guide me through
the dark but the darkness remains, a constant, nagging guest a reminder of the wounds, that refuse to find rest.

Yet still I hold on, to the light that I've known
A beacon of hope, in the darkness that remains my own.

In darkness, I wander, lost and alone,
a soul once full, now empty, a heart of stone
memories linger, a bittersweet refrain
echoes of laughter, now a distant, fading strain.

I mourn the loss, the ache within my chest
a grief so heavy, it threatens to consume my rest. Tears fall like rain, a deluge of sorrow and pain longing to turn back time, to love again.

In this valley of shadows, I search for a light
a guiding star to lead me through the darkest night a beacon of hope, to heal my broken heart and find solace in love, a brand new start.

The moon's soft whisper wakes the night,
a silver glow that shines so bright
the stars up high, a twinkling sea
a celestial showcase, for you and me.

In this quiet hour, I find my peace
a sense of calm, that the world can't release
the moon's pale light, upon my face
illuminates the path, to a sacred place.

Dreams unfold like petals, of a flower in bloom as the moon's gentle beams, ignite the room. The shadows dance, upon the wall
as the night's sweet magic, begins to enthrall.

In this lunar landscape, I find my way
through the darkness and light, of each passing day. The moon's soft whisper, guides me through and fills my heart, with a love that's true.