In shadows deep, where illness dwells,
A soul in silence softly tells,
Of battles fought within the night,
And hopes that rise with morning light.

The body ailing, frail and weak,
Yet strength within begins to speak,
With whispers of a dawn anew,
Where healing’s touch shall see us through.

Through tears that fall like gentle rain,
Embracing both the joy and pain,
The heart finds solace in the fight,
As darkness fades to welcome light.

And so, with every breath we take,
A step towards the dawn we make,
In sickness and in health, we find,
The grace to heal, the peace of mind.