In the quiet hours of the night,
A soul wanders through the endless fight.
Searching for light in the darkest despair,
With burdens heavy, too much to bear.
Dreams once vivid, now they fade,
In the shadows where fears parade.
Yet hope lingers, a flickering flame,
Whispering softly, “You are not to blame.”
The road is long, winding and steep,
A struggle that makes the strongest weep.
But every step forward, no matter how small,
Is a victory, a testament to standing tall.
So hold on tight, through storm and strife,
For thereâs beauty in this tumultuous life.
With every dawn, a new chance to rise,
Embrace the fight, see through weary eyes.