In shadows cast by sorrow's night, Where tears have etched their silent stream, A warrior stands with courage bright, In tragedy's relentless dream. With hands held high in whispered prayer, In steadfast hope they seek the light, For strength to bear the burdens there, And guide their soul through darkest night. Forgiveness flows like rivers wide, A healing balm for wounds unseen, In faith, we search for love's true guide, A beacon where our hearts convene. To those who walk the weary path, In dreams their spirits rise anew, They prayed for light to hold their wrath, And found the strength to see it through.