Silent Witness of the Dark

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep, The darkness holds its secrets, where the truths are buried deep. It’s a silent, watching presence, in the corners of the mind, Witness to the stories that the world is left behind. Oh, darkness, silent witness, keeper of the truth, You see the hidden echoes of our lives since our youth. In the silence of the shadows, where the secrets are confined, You’re the keeper of the whispers that the light will never find. Through the veil of darkened hours, where the hidden fears reside, The darkness bears its witness to the truths we try to hide. In the depths of our confessions, and the sorrow of our cries, It stands as a silent witness to the truth behind our lies. Oh, darkness, silent witness, keeper of the truth, You see the hidden echoes of our lives since our youth. In the silence of the shadows, where the secrets are confined, You’re the keeper of the whispers that the light will never find. In the silence of your presence, the truth unfolds its wings, In the depth of every moment, where the darkness softly clings. You’re the keeper of the stories that the world will never see, The silent witness to our lives, in the shadows, wild and free. Oh, darkness, silent witness, keeper of the truth, You see the hidden echoes of our lives since our youth. In the silence of the shadows, where the secrets are confined, You’re the keeper of the whispers that the light will never find. So in the quiet of the night, when the world begins to sleep, Remember that the darkness holds the truths that we all keep. In the silent, watching shadows, where the hidden truths embark, You’ll find the silent witness, in the echo of the dark.