In shadows deep, the voices rise, A haunting chorus in disguise. The echoes grow, a swelling tide, Whispering wounds I cannot hide. They tell me sharp, I'm frail, a weight, A burden lies at every gate. In mirrors cracked, I see the fear, Apparitions drawing near. Yet in the storm, a light may gleam, A distant hope, a fragile dream. For even in the darkest night, A spark of strength ignites the fight. Reach out through whispers, find the hand, A bridge to cross this troubled land. You are not alone in this refrain— Together, we embrace the rain.