In the stillness of the morning light,
He walks alone, a silent knight.
Through paths unknown and valleys deep,
His soul, a promise, he must keep.

The winds of change, they whisper near,
With every step, he faces fear.
Yet in his heart, a fire burns bright,
Guiding him through the darkest night.

Mountains tall and rivers wide,
He presses on, with strength and pride.
The scars he bears, a testament,
To battles fought and time well spent.

And when the day gives in to dusk,
He rests, his journey just begun.
A man of courage, hope, and grace,
Forever seeking his rightful place.