In the quiet whisper of nightâs embrace,
Pain weaves tales of longing and grace.
Through shadows cast on weary hearts,
We find the strength to mend our parts.
Each tear a testament to battles fought,
Lessons in every scar, wisdom sought.
In the crucible of lifeâs fierce demand,
We rise anew, with steady hand.
Embrace the storm, let it cleanse the soul,
For in its wake, we find ourselves whole.
Growth blooms in the soil of strife,
Nurtured by the trials of life.
With every dawn, a promise renewed,
Past pains transform into fortitude.
In the dance of despair and hopeâs gentle sway,
We find the courage to face each day.