In the quiet, where echoes fade,
We find the silence that grief has made.
In shadows cast by memories long,
There lies the echo of a forgotten song.

Each tear that falls, a gentle rain,
Whispers of love, and whispers of pain.
In the heart’s chamber, where echoes reside,
Silence speaks where once tears cried.

Time, the healer, yet so slow,
In the silence, we learn to grow.
The fading echo, a gentle guide,
In the quiet, love does abide.