In the heart of silent sorrow,
Where whispers weave the night,
Shadows linger long and deep,
Hiding dreams from sight.

Through the stormy skies we wander,
Guided by a flickering flame,
Searching for a path to follow,
In a world that feels the same.

Hope fades like the morning mist,
Yet courage finds its whispered voice,
In the quiet of our hidden hearts,
Where we make a silent choice.

To rise above the darkest hour,
To seek the light beyond the pain,
For even in the hardest times,
The spirit shall remain.