Beneath the weight of silent nights,
Where dreams are forged in secret light,
There lies a heart, both strong and true,
In sacrifice, it finds its hue.

The tear that falls without a sound,
A whisper lost, not to be found,
Yet in the shadows, strength is born,
A soul reborn with every thorn.

The hands that toil, the feet that bleed,
In every act, a quiet creed,
To give, to hold, to bear the load,
On sacrifice, the journey’s road.

And when the morning calls anew,
The light reveals a brighter view,
For in the giving, lives are blessed,
In sacrifice, we find our rest.