In the quiet heart of the storm,
Where whispers of strength unfold,
Lies a power unspoken yet warm,
A force neither bought nor sold.
Through the shadows of doubt it creeps,
Invisible threads it weaves,
In the depths of dreams it sleeps,
Waiting for the soul that believes.
It fuels the courage to stand,
Against the tides that rage and roar,
Gently guiding a steady hand,
Towards horizons unexplored.
The silent echo of power resides,
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
A timeless force that abides,
In the endless dance of life and death.