In the shadow of the looming night,
Where dreams are forged in silent plight,
We wander through the stormy gale,
Our hearts a compass, never frail.
Each step a battle, fierce and bold,
Through valleys deep and mountains cold,
We find the strength in every fall,
To rise again, and stand up tall.
The whispers of the past may cling,
Yet hope within our souls will sing,
A melody of endless grace,
Guiding us through time and space.
As dawn unveils its golden hue,
We see the world, so vast and new,
Embracing all the scars we bear,
A testament to the paths we dare.