In depths of sorrow, hearts may dwell,

A melancholy tale I shall tell.

Whispers of pain, a somber refrain,

Sorrowful echoes that won’t wane.

Tears cascade like gentle rain,

Each drop a story of hidden pain.

With heavy sighs and weighted souls,

Sorrowful hearts, their burdens unfold.

The moon weeps in a starlit sky,

Witnessing woes that can’t deny.

Yet in this darkness, a glimmering light,

Hope’s gentle spark, shining so bright.

Through sorrow’s veil, we find our way,

Seeking solace, day by day.

For in the depths, there lies the might,

To rise above, to find respite.

So let us embrace the sorrowful hour,

For it grants us strength, a timeless power.

With empathy’s touch, we heal and grow,

From sorrowful roots, our spirits shall flow.