In the shadow of ambition’s climb,
Lies the whisper of a dream denied,
A silent echo through the sands of time,
A testament to the tears we’ve cried.

Beneath the weight of stars unseen,
We stumble on paths unknown,
Every misstep, a lesson keen,
In the garden where our fears are sown.

Though failure’s grip is cold and tight,
It molds our spirit, fierce and bold,
Each fall a beacon in the night,
A story in the heart retold.

For every door that closes fast,
Another opens, wide and free,
In the mosaic of our past,
Failure is but a key.