A Testament of thy might

Oh, noble soul, burdened by the weight of sorrow In this realm of darkness, where hope seems hollow Thou journey through life, a tragic tale to unfold Woven with threads of misery, as thy story is told In yonder days of yore, thy heart was full of mirth But fate hath played its cruel hand, stealing joy from birth Like a wilted rose, thy spirit doth wither and fade Lost in the tempest of despair, where shadows pervade What is this life but a mere fleeting breath? A stage for players, where we dance until death We are but puppets, in destiny's cruel embrace Whose strings are pulled, with no thought of grace Oh, how I long for solace, for a glimmer of light To pierce through the darkness, and guide me through the night But alas, the stars have forsaken me, their radiance lost Leaving me adrift, in a sea of sadness, tempest-tossed As I wander through the labyrinth of my weary mind I ponder upon the mysteries of existence, so unkind Why must we suffer, endure this endless strife? Is there a purpose, a reason for this tragic life? Yet, amidst the gloom, a flicker of hope I see A gentle whisper that promises a possibility For in the depths of despair, seeds of strength may grow And from the ashes of sorrow, a new spirit may bestow So, dear soul, let not thy heart be consumed by despair For even in darkness, a spark of light is hidden there Embrace thy sorrow, for it is a testament of thy might And remember, in the depths of darkness, stars shine bright Mayhap, in time, thy wounds shall heal And thy spirit, like a phoenix, shall rise and reveal A strength unimagined, a resilience untold For thou art brave and mighty, more precious than gold