In the gentle hands of care,
We find solace in the storm.
A touch that mends the broken,
A warmth that keeps us warm.

Beneath the skies of sorrow,
Care builds a shelter strong.
With whispers of tomorrow,
It turns our hearts to song.

In moments of our weakness,
When shadows cloud our sight,
The light of care will guide us,
Through the darkest, endless night.

So hold on to this treasure,
A beacon in despair.
For in the gentle hands of care,
We find love beyond compare.