In the quiet hours of a restless night,
Whispers of pain echo through the halls,
A silent battle, hidden from sight,
Where strength rises as the body falls.

The shadows dance with weary grace,
Yet hope flickers in the dimmest light,
A gentle hand, a tender embrace,
Guiding the soul through the darkest night.

Within the heart, a fire burns bright,
A spark of courage, refusing to cease,
Through every tear, through every fight,
Seeking solace, yearning for peace.

In the journey of healing, slow and true,
Each step forward, a victory won,
For in the depths of what we go through,
Lies the strength of a thousand suns.