In the quiet shadow of the night, we find,
A path that’s often steep, a fate unkind,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We struggle on, with weary sigh.

The stars above, they seem so far,
Yet guide us like a distant star,
With every tear and every scar,
We learn to heal, we learn to spar.

In moments frail, when hope seems thin,
We find the strength that lies within,
Through darkest hours and fiercest winds,
We rise again, our journey begins.

For life is but a fleeting dance,
A game of fate, a game of chance,
With every fall, we rise anew,
The struggles of life, we shall pursue.