Amidst the whispers of the weary night,When shadows stretch to hide the dawn,The heart, resilient, holds on tight,For in persistence, dreams are drawn.Through storms that rage and tempests roar,An unyielding spirit stands its ground,Each step a testament to more,In silence, strength is often found.A river carved through stone and time,By endless flow, not forceful might,So too, the soul will slowly climb,Through steadfast faith, it claims its right.When darkness fades and light appears,The echoes of the fight remain,For in the dance of hopes and fears,Persistence crowns the path of gain.