In the quiet of the night, shadows dance,
A symphony of whispers fills the air,
Pain, a silent companion in its trance,
Lurking, waiting, in the heart’s despair.

Tears carve pathways on weary cheeks,
Each drop a tale of battles fought alone,
In solitude, the soul sometimes speaks,
Of scars unseen, where light has never shone.

Yet in the darkness, hope dares to gleam,
A flicker amidst the overwhelming tide,
For every wound, a dream, a distant beam,
That pain might one day be cast aside.

So let the echoes of these whispered cries,
Find solace in the arms of time’s embrace,
For in the dawn, beneath forgiving skies,
The heart finds strength to rise and face.