In the shadows where sorrow resides,
There lies the seed of strength unseen,
Through the tears and the silent cries,
We find the courage to dream.

Pain, a teacher harsh and wise,
Carving paths we dare not tread,
Yet from the ashes, we rise,
With hearts unbound, spirits fed.

The night may bring its darkest hour,
But dawn unveils a newfound light,
In the midst of pain’s power,
We grow with all our might.

So let the echoes of pain be heard,
For in their depths, growth is sown,
With every wound and every word,
A stronger soul is shown.