Amidst the roaring winds of doubt and fear,
A heart stands torn on the battlefield.
Whispers of courage clash with shadows near,
As dreams hang delicately, their fate yet sealed.

In the depths of night, the silent wars unfold,
Where echoes of the past rise to ignite.
The soul, a weary soldier, brave yet cold,
Struggles to find peace in the endless fight.

Hope, a flickering flame in the tempest’s eye,
Strives to guide the lost through the storm’s embrace.
Yet doubt, a cunning foe, lurks ever nigh,
Seeking to erase every trace of grace.

As dawn breaks, the sky painted with new light,
The heart finds strength amid the shards of night.
A quiet triumph, born of inner plight,
The dance of storms gives way to morning bright.