In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows whisper soft and low,
Remember you are your own light,
A beacon in the darkness, aglow.

Each flaw and scar tells a story,
Of battles fought and lessons learned,
Embrace them with a heart of glory,
For in their fire, your spirit burned.

Love yourself through every season,
In joy, in pain, in storm, in calm,
For every tear has its reason,
And every wound becomes a balm.

Stand tall and proud, oh gentle soul,
With love that’s fierce and ever true,
For in your heart lies every goal,
And the strength to see it through.