In the depths of night, where shadows grow,
A seed of sorrow, planted slow,
Through tears and trials, it begins to sprout,
In the garden of pain, where fears shout.

Each thorn and wound, a story told,
Of battles fought, and hearts turned cold,
Yet in the darkness, a light does gleam,
A whisper of hope, in a midnight dream.

With every scar, a lesson learned,
Through fire and storm, a soul is turned,
From fragile roots to mighty tree,
Embracing pain, setting the spirit free.

So rise from ashes, take flight and soar,
For growth and strength lie at pain’s core,
A journey of heart, through night and day,
From shadows to light, we find our way.