In the silent corridors of the night,
Whispers of shadows begin to speak,
Echoes of sorrow in the fading light,
Where hearts are tender, fragile, and weak.

Pain, a relentless, unseen guide,
Weaves its path through the soul’s core,
A river of tears, a tide to abide,
Carving scars that time cannot restore.

Yet within the storm’s relentless cry,
A strength emerges, quiet and true,
For every wound that bids us sigh,
Leaves tender roots where hope can renew.

So let the shadows dance and fade,
In the embrace of night and dawn,
For in the depths where pain has laid,
Resilience blooms, a new day drawn.