The world glows with silver and gold tonight,
But not every heart feels the warmth of the light.
For some, this season is a gentle wound,
A song of joy that feels out of tune.

In quiet corners, where shadows stay,
Some long for loved ones taken away.
A mother’s embrace, a father’s cheer,
Memories that linger, year after year.

In hospital beds where the nights stretch long,
A battle is fought, fragile but strong....