In the midst of stormy nights,
When hope seems out of sight,
We gather strength from whispered dreams,
And find the courage to ignite.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our spirits soar, refusing to die.
With every step, we learn to rise,
Embracing life with open eyes.

In the silence of the darkest hour,
A flicker of light begins to flower.
We hold on tight, through tears and pain,
Knowing sunshine follows rain.

We weave our tales of strength and grace,
Leaving behind a brighter trace.
For in the end, it’s love we find,
A beacon to guide the heart and mind.