In the heart of every storm, a whisper calls,
Through the shadows and the endless night,
A beacon glows, a promise of the dawn,
Guiding souls who have lost their sight.

The mountains high and valleys deep,
Each step a burden, a silent plea,
Yet with courage, they continue to seek,
The light within, their destiny.

Tears may fall like autumn rain,
Drenched in sorrow, cloaked in pain,
But from the ashes, one will rise,
A phoenix soaring towards the skies.

For in every struggle, strength is found,
In every loss, a lesson learned,
The spirit, though battered, remains unbound,
And in the end, the victory earned.