In the quiet of her solitary room
She paints the world with gentle ink
Words that whisper, hearts to bloom
In every tear, her soul will sink
Her voice, a river of endless flow
Carving paths from pain to grace
Through shadows deep, her truths bestow
A light that time cannot erase
In moments frail, she finds her strength
A tapestry of stories spun
Each line a bridge of endless length
To bind the hearts of everyone
As pages turn, her spirit flies
On wings of hope and whispered dreams
A legacy beneath the skies
Where every heart in silence beams