In the quiet of the night, it whispers soft and low,
A shadow that follows, wherever we go.
The weight of illness, an unseen chain,
Binding the heart, with silent pain.

Each breath a struggle, each step a test,
The body weary, longing for rest.
Yet in the darkness, a spark of light,
Flickers of hope, in the endless night.

Through the corridors of hospitals, we wander lost,
Seeking answers, no matter the cost.
Faces of strangers, sharing the same fight,
Together in hardship, we find our might.

For in the depths of suffering, we discover
The strength within, and the love of another.
Hand in hand, we rise above,
Healing in the embrace of care and love.