In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,
A darkness descends, a chilling gloom.
Down with the sickness, we silently cry,
Beneath the weight of a troubled sky.

Fevered brow and aching bones,
Echoes of anguish in silent groans.
In the grip of illness, we struggle and fight,
Yearning for dawn to break through the night.

Through the haze of pain, we search for light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night....