In the shadows where silence weeps,
A body endures, a spirit sleeps.
Echoes of pain in the night’s dark veil,
But whispers of hope in the morning’s tale.

Through fevered dreams and aching bones,
The heart still hums its quiet tones.
A gentle touch, a soothing balm,
In tenderness, we find our calm.

As days stretch long and nights grow cold,
The soul finds strength in stories told.
Of battles fought, and courage found,
In healing, love and light abound.

So rise with dawn, embrace the fight,
For in the darkness blooms the light.
Through sickness’s grip, we find our way,
To healing’s warm and bright array.