In the shadows where dreams reside,
We walk the paths, long and wide.
Through storms that whisper ancient tales,
Our hearts remain, though courage pales.

Mountains tall and valleys deep,
Hold secrets that the weary keep.
Each step a testament to pain,
Yet hope blooms after every rain.

Time weaves tales of joy and woe,
As rivers of life continue to flow.
In struggles vast, our spirits rise,
Carving futures beneath boundless skies.

With every dawn, a chance renewed,
To face the world, unbowed, unviewed.
For in the journey, strength we find,
Etched in the soul, deeply entwined.