In the stillness of the night,
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Whispers of forgotten fights,
Echoes of our silent calls.

Beneath the surface, deep and wide,
Invisible to the naked eye,
Scars bear tales of moments tried,
Of battles fought, of tears we cry.

Each mark a testament of strength,
A journey through the stormy seas,
Unseen by those who know no length,
Of pain endured with silent pleas.

Yet in these scars, a beauty lies,
A tapestry of life’s embrace,
For through the pain, we rise and rise,
Finding strength within our grace.