Ember Glow

(Verse 1)

The rain falls soft on window pane,

A silver curtain, grey again.

The world outside, a blurred embrace,

Lost in shadows, time and space.

And in this quiet, dim-lit room,

I watch the embers softly bloom.

(Verse 2)

Each flicker tells a silent tale,

Of dreams departed, doomed to fail.

Of promises whispered in the night,

Now faded echoes, pale and slight.

A heavy heart, a weary soul,

Seeking comfort, taking hold.

(Verse 3)

But even in the darkest hour,

A spark remains, a hidden power.

A fragile hope, a whispered plea,

To find the light that sets us free.

A gentle warmth begins to rise,

Reflected in my tear-filled eyes.

(Verse 4)

The cello sings a mournful air,

A sweet lament beyond compare.

It weaves a tapestry of sound,

Where sorrow and solace can be found.

And in its depths, I start to see,

A glimmer of what might yet be.

(Verse 5)

The rain may cease, the clouds may part,

And sunshine warm my frozen heart.

The embers fade, their work is done,

A new day dawns, a battle won.

And with the cello's final sigh,

I know that I can learn to fly.