In the silent hours of the night,
When the world is cloaked in dark,
There lies a heart in endless fight,
Against the illness that leaves its mark.

Through the shadows and the pain,
A spirit rises, undeterred,
For in every drop of rain,
A whisper of hope is heard.

The body may falter, frail and weak,
But the soul remains steadfast,
In the battle no words can speak,
Holding on, though the storm is vast.

With every dawn a new light gleams,
A promise of better days,
For even in the darkest dreams,
Courage and strength always stay.