In the corridors of time, voices softly speak,
Of health and heart, of minds that seek,
To mend the broken, to heal the scar,
In the silent struggles, we wage our war.

Beneath the smiles, the pain resides,
Hidden in shadows, where it quietly hides,
A masquerade of strength, a facade so strong,
Yet in the night, we hear the melancholic song.

The body falters, the spirit fights,
Through endless days and sleepless nights,
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
Lies the resilience, defying death.

Hope is the beacon, love the guide,
In this journey, with faith by our side,
For every dawn brings a new chance,
To reclaim our health, to join the dance.