In the quiet moments of a troubled heart,
Where shadows dance and fears take part,
There lies a light so soft and true,
Compassion’s touch, a gentle hue.
It whispers softly in the darkest night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light,
With open arms and tender care,
It heals the wounds that life lays bare.
Compassion speaks in actions kind,
A language of the heart and mind,
It bridges gaps and mends the seams,
Of broken dreams and shattered themes.
In every smile and every tear,
Compassion’s presence draws us near,
To understand, to love, to see,
The beauty in our shared humanity.