I shed tears every night, unseen,
For dreams I've lost, for what has been.
The silence speaks of wounds so deep,
A restless soul that cannot sleep.
Each tear that falls, a story untold,
Of love, of pain, of days grown cold.
I carry burdens no one can see,
A heart that longs, yet cannot be free.
I call to Allah in whispered tones,
With trembling hands and aching bones.
'Grant me strength, ' my prayer remains,
'To endure this life, its countless pains.'
The night becomes my closest friend,
A witness to the tears I send.
Yet in the dark, a hope does shine,
That His mercy will one day be mine.
So I shed tears every night, sincere,
For a brighter dawn to draw near.
For peace, for love, for a tranquil heart,
For a life where sorrows will depart.
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