In shadows deep where whispers hide,
A silent tear begins its glide,
Through valleys dark and nights untold,
A story of pain, quietly unfolds.

The heart, a vessel of silent screams,
Holds fragments of shattered dreams,
Yet in its depths, a fire resides,
A strength that pain cannot divide.

In every scar, a tale is spun,
Of battles lost and battles won,
Yet with each wound, a seed is sown,
For in the pain, new strength is grown.

Through the echoes of a distant past,
The heart finds peace at last,
For pain, though fierce, will fade away,
Leaving light to guide the day.