In the quiet shadows where dreams reside,
Failure whispers softly, a relentless guide.
Through the corridors of hope, it strides,
In every heart, where ambition hides.

It wears the mask of lessons yet to learn,
In every stumble, in every turn.
With every fall, a flame is spurned,
To rise again, to fiercely burn.

The echoes of failure, though harsh they seem,
Are the silent architects of each new dream.
In the night, when courage wanes,
They build the bridges over pain.

For in the ashes of what’s lost and gone,
Lies the seed of a brighter dawn.
Through failure’s path, resilience is drawn,
To greet the morning, reborn and strong.