In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting light,
There lies a heart, weary and torn,
Fighting battles, silently sworn.

Against the tides of doubt and fear,
It stands its ground, year after year,
Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
Never bending, never to cowl.

With every scar, a story told,
Of courage fierce and spirits bold,
In the depths of darkest days,
It finds the strength to blaze new ways.

For in the struggle, hope is born,
A beacon bright, a new day’s dawn,
And though the path is fraught with pain,
The heart will rise, to fight again.