Tender whispers in the morning light,
A hand that holds when shadows creep,
In moments when the world feels tight,
It’s care that lulls our hearts to sleep.

Through trials and through endless night,
A beacon bright, a guiding star,
Care’s gentle touch, a constant sight,
A silent strength no storm can mar.

When burdens heavy bow our frame,
And tears like rivers freely flow,
It’s care that lifts us from the flame,
With love that helps our spirit grow.

So let us cherish, let us share,
The precious gift of tender care,
For in its warmth, our souls repair,
And find the courage to dare.