In the depths of night where shadows creep,
A heart beats strong amidst the silent weep.
In struggle’s grasp, the soul finds light,
A beacon guiding through the fight.

Each step is heavy, the path unclear,
Yet courage whispers, “Hold your fear.”
Through tangled woods and endless maze,
The spirit rises, igniting blaze.

The storm may rage, the winds may howl,
Yet hope remains, a steady vowel.
Through darkest nights and longest days,
The heart endures, in myriad ways.

When dawn breaks free and shadows flee,
The struggle fades, revealing glee.
A journey’s end, a soul reborn,
From struggle’s clutch, new strength is sworn.