In the silence of a gentle night,
Where whispers of comfort softly glide,
A heart beats steady, full of light,
Carrying warmth to those who reside.

In every touch, a promise lies,
To mend the broken, heal the scars,
A soothing balm where sorrow cries,
Guiding lost souls like guiding stars.

The gentle hands, they weave a thread,
Of kindness wrapped in tender grace,
Creating bonds where once was dread,
A loving smile in every space.

For in this world of fleeting time,
Care blossoms like a timeless art,
It bridges gaps, it builds, it climbs,
A testament to the human heart.