In the hush of dawn’s embrace
When the world is still and bare,
A whispered sorrow takes its place
In the tender morning air.

The wings of silence softly spread
Across the sky of muted dreams,
And in the quiet, tears are shed
In rippling, gentle streams.

The fragile heart beats slow and deep
With memories that softly weep,
As echoes of the past that creep
Through shadows where the lost ones sleep.

Yet in this mournful, silent flight,
There lies a gentle, hidden light,
A promise in the darkest night
That sorrow shall take wing and rise.