In the quiet dawn of endless days, we strive,
With hearts heavy, yet unyielding in their beat,
Over mountains vast, where shadows thrive,
Pushing forward, despite the fierce heat.

The journey long, paths riddled with strife,
Each stumble a testament to our will,
Through storms that carve the essence of life,
We rise, relentless, ever standing still.

With every tear that carves a silent stream,
We chase the fragments of a distant dream,
Against the tide, amidst the midnight gleam,
Hope lights the way, or so it would seem.

And as the dusk of our struggle nears,
Wounds heal into scars, each one revered,
We find our strength in all our fears,
For in fighting, our spirit has persevered.