In the depths of shadowed nights,
Where whispers of doubt reside,
I find a spark that softly ignites,
A beacon through the rising tide.
The mountains loom, steep and grand,
Their peaks shrouded in mystery,
Yet step by step, I take a stand,
Embracing my own history.
The winds may howl, fierce and cold,
But I cling to dreams untold,
For within my heart, I hold
A strength that never grows old.
With every challenge that I face,
I learn to dance in the rain,
Finding beauty in the chase,
And joy within the pain.