Where Pain Turns to Light

We carry the weight of all those endless nights. Shadows and sorrow,

hearts locked in fights. Every tear a story, every bruise a

name. Every lonely hour, feeding the flame. But even in darkness,

a spark remains. A gentle whisper calling through the pains. We stumbled through

storms, lost and confined. Searching for a way to leave the

hurt behind. There's a place where the pain turns to light. Where broken hearts

do rise and ignite. Even when the world feels heavy and cold,

hope is the ember we still can hold. I remember the