In the quiet of the evening, when shadows softly fall,
I hear the whispers of solitude, echoing through the hall.
The world outside grows distant, as silence fills the air,
And in this gentle stillness, I find a moment rare.

Sometimes when I’m lonely, and the night feels cold and long,
I seek the warmth of memories, where I know I still belong.
I think of friends and family, whose love has touched my heart,
And though they’re not beside me, we’re...