In the shadow of the mountains tall,
Where whispers of the wind do call,
We tread the road both harsh and long,
With hearts that beat a weary song.

Through valleys deep and rivers wide,
We bear our burdens side by side,
Dreams like stars that guide the night,
We march onward, holding tight.

Each dawn brings a fresh new fight,
In the canvas of our hopeful sight,
Though storms may rage and skies turn gray,
The spirit within won’t fade away.

For every scar and tear we’ve known,
Build the strength we’ve humbly shown,
On this journey, tough and true,
Our souls endure, and spirits renew.