In the dawn of endless trials,
Where shadows dare to whisper doubt,
Stands a heart, unwavering, bold,
Wearing courage like a shroud.

Upon the path where stones are strewn,
Each step echoes with silent cries,
Yet forward moves the resolute soul,
With stars reflecting in weary eyes.

Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
The spirit bends but never breaks,
For deep within the heart’s stronghold,
A fire of persistence fiercely wakes.

At last, the dawn of triumph breaks,
Where darkness fades and hope takes flight,
The journey carved in strength and grace,
A testament to enduring light.