In the shadowed corridors of the heart,
Pain plays a mournful, silent tune,
Each note a whisper of past scars,
Yet from it, strength begins to bloom.

Tears, like rain, nourish the soul’s soil,
Washing away the dust of despair,
From the depths of sorrow, love coils,
Unfurling in the tender air.

Growth, a phoenix from the ashes,
Rises from the embers of the past,
With each struggle, every clash,
A stronger spirit is recast.

Embrace the symphony of sorrow,
For in its melody lies grace,
Through the pain, we find tomorrow,
And in growth, our true place.