In the silent hours before dawn’s embrace,
We wrestle with shadows that cling to our soul,
Each breath a testament to unseen grace,
In the quiet battles, we become whole.

Through the labyrinth of doubts and fears,
We walk with eyes that seek the light,
Every tear, a promise that steers,
Our weary hearts through the endless night.

The weight of dreams in fragile hands,
Yet onward we push, though weary and worn,
In the struggle’s rhythm, our spirit stands,
For within each fall, a strength reborn.

With whispers of hope that softly sing,
We find our voice amid the storm,
In the tapestry of the struggle’s ring,
We weave a story of courage, warm.