In the quiet of the night, shadows linger,
Whispers of dreams once bright, now dimmer.
The echoes of unseen paths, untaken,
Stories of hearts, broken and shaken.

In failure’s cold embrace, we find our fears,
The silent cries, the unshed tears.
Yet in the darkest hours, strength is born,
A heart once weary, now less forlorn.

The lessons from the falls, we hold dear,
Each scar a testament, each pain a seer.
In the wreckage of dreams, we find our way,
A new dawn rises, a brighter day.

So, let the failures come, let them be,
For in their wake, we learn to see.
The resilience of the spirit, the will to strive,
In every fall, we find the drive to thrive.