Beneath the silent night's bleak shroud, Wandering souls in shadows found. Each a tale of lost control, In every heart a gaping hole. Noble hearts their wounds attend, Hope and care as gifts they send. In their hands, a chance renewed, Dignity in places strewed. Eclipsed by life's harsh decree, Their spirits yearn to again be free. Under stars' empathetic glare, Resilience sparkles in the air.