In the shadowed corners of a weary soul,
Where whispers of despair softly tread,
Echoes of silent suffering unfold,
Carving scars where tears have often shed.

The heart beats on, a rhythm of quiet cries,
Bound by chains of unseen sorrow’s weight,
In the silence where hope so often dies,
Dreams linger on edges of a fragile fate.

Yet beneath the heavy shroud of night’s embrace,
A flicker of light dares to softly glow,
In the depths of pain, there lies a trace,
Of strength that only the broken know.

For in the silence, a voice may rise,
From the ashes of anguish, a new dawn breaks,
And from the tears, one may realize,
The beauty that endless suffering makes.