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.