In the quiet corners of our hearts,
Lies a bridge of understanding,
Built with the bricks of shared pain,
And the mortar of silent compassion.
When tears fall, unseen but felt,
There blooms a garden of empathy,
Where the flowers are our stories,
And their fragrance, our solace.
We walk together in the shadows,
Our steps in sync with unspoken words,
Each beat of our hearts, a testament,
To the strength found in connection.
Through the storms and calm alike,
Our souls embrace in gentle whispers,
Reminding us that in this world,
True strength lies in shared sorrows.