In the silent echoes of a shattered dream,
Pain weaves its threads through the soul,
Each tear a testament to battles unseen,
Yet in this darkness, we find our role.

Beneath the weight of unyielding sorrow,
Growth takes root in the quiet depths,
With every dawn, a new tomorrow,
Emerging gently, with quiet breaths.

The heart, though scarred, becomes a garden,
Where resilience blooms in every corner,
Each scar a story, each wound a pardon,
For the soul, to wander and grow ever bolder.

So let the pain sing its haunting song,
For in its melody, we find our way,
Through trials that seem unbearably long,
We rise anew, with each breaking day.