In shadows cast by life's heavy toll,
There's a girl, dear friend, with a weary soul.
Through the whispers of her troubled heart,
I stand beside her, never to depart.

In our office's bustling, busy strife,
Her troubles linger, dimming her light.
But know, dear girl, I see your pain,
And in empathy's embrace, we shall remain.

When sorrow paints your days in gray,
My heart reflects, a somber display.
For your tears weigh heavy upon my own,
A symphony of compassion, ever sown.

Though words may falter, and silence may...