In the silence of the night, when shadows play,
The echoes of pain linger, refusing to decay.
Each heartbeat is a reminder of the strife,
That etches its mark on the canvas of life.
Through the stormy winds and relentless rain,
We walk this path, carrying invisible pain.
Every tear that falls, a silent testimony,
To the battles waged, often fought in secrecy.
The world sees smiles, but not the scars within,
The wounds that tell where the pain has been.
A tapestry of sorrow, woven with threads of despair,
Yet hope whispers softly, urging us to repair.
In the dawnâs light, a new day will arise,
Healing the heart, mending the ties.
Though the journey is filled with trials and fears,
We find strength in the passage of years.