Broken Dreams

In the quiet of the night, Dreams once whole, now fractured light, Pieces scattered, lost in flight, Broken dreams, a solemn sight. Whispers of what might have been, Echoes of a world unseen, In the silence, hope grows thin, Memories of places seen. Shattered hopes and silent cries, Tears that fall from weary eyes, In their wake, a heart that tries, To mend the dreams that slowly die. Yet in darkness, light can grow, From the broken, strength can flow, In the pain, new paths can show, Broken dreams can heal and glow. Gather pieces, one by one, Mend the dreams beneath the sun, In the end, when day is done, Find the strength to carry on.