In the shadow’s gentle embrace,
Lies a seed of silent grace.
Through the echoes of the past,
Growth emerges, strong and vast.

Pain, a teacher wise and bold,
Crafts our stories to be told.
Each scar a chapter, deep and true,
Of the strength that now imbues.

In the darkness, we find light,
Guided by the stars so bright.
Every tear, a river’s flow,
Nurturing the seeds we sow.

From the ashes, we arise,
With the dawn, new dreams comprise.
Pain and growth, a sacred dance,
In their union, life’s expanse.