In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where dreams and doubts entwine,
A flicker of hope, a gentle power,
Guides the weary steps of mine.

Through storms that rage and paths unclear,
I rise against the tide,
With every fall, a lesson dear,
In perseverance, I confide.

The mountains loom with daunting height,
Yet, steadfast is my stride,
For in each struggle, there is light,
A fire that burns inside.

When morning breaks, the shadows flee,
The dawn, a promise new,
In courage and in certainty,
I find my journey through.