The eye of time has witnessed countless spectacles,  
Every joy bound to wounds, a profound connection tangible.  

Dreams extinguished in silence, unseen by all,  
Desires crumbling as wishes at their side would fall.  

Time played its games in the theater of existence,  
Love defeated, while hatred found persistence.  

Hearts became desolate in mere moments,  
Helplessness weeping at the doorstep of life's torments.  

The eye of time could never grasp this mystery,  
Why behind every smile lurks sorrow's misery.  

Yet this heart, for centuries, has asked again,  
Why does darkness follow when light remains?