In the depths of night, where shadows grow,
A soul lies weary, burdened by the woe,
The weight of sickness, heavy and cold,
A tale of suffering, silently told.

Yet within the heart, a flicker of grace,
A whisper of hope, in the darkest place,
The dawn of healing begins to rise,
With tender light, it touches the skies.

Through the trials and pain, a strength is found,
In every beat, a resilient sound,
The spirit fights, it will not break,
For every wound, a step to take.

And as the days turn into nights,
The soul finds peace in gentle lights,
The journey through shadows comes to end,
In healing’s arms, the wounds mend.