In the shadow of the mountains high,
Where dreams are woven, fears do lie,
A path unfolds, both rough and steep,
Yet through the night, our spirits leap.

Beneath the weight of endless skies,
We carry hopes, we question why,
The stars above may seem so far,
But guide us true, where answers are.

Amidst the storms, we find our strength,
In every tear, in every length,
Of road we tread, though fraught with pain,
We rise anew, to seek again.

For life, though marked with struggle’s hand,
Is but a dance, a shifting sand,
And through each trial we endure,
Our hearts emerge, both brave and pure.