In the quiet hours of night, I grieve,
For dreams once bright, now hard to retrieve.
They whispered hope, painted skies so wide,
But time's cruel hand swept them aside.

Visions of futures, vivid and grand,
Slipped like grains through an open hand.
Promises made in youthful delight,
Now shadows that fade with each passing night.

Forgotten dreams, like ghosts they roam,
Haunting the heart,...