In the quiet hours before dawn, a whisper,
A promise of the stars that never fade,
Through the darkness, a relentless flicker,
The heart’s echo in a tireless cascade.

Each step upon the weary road, a testament,
To the dreams that dare to defy the night,
With every fall, a rise in firmament,
Persistence, a beacon of unwavering light.

The hands that toil through tears and strain,
Crafting hope from the fragments of despair,
In every struggle, a victory to gain,
An endless journey, a breath of fresh air.

So onward through the storms we tread,
With courage as our steadfast guide,
For in the persistence that we spread,
Lies the strength that we hold inside.