In the silent hours of the night,
Where shadows dance with pale moonlight,
We fight the battles no one sees,
Our hearts entwined in silent pleas.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
We chase the dreams that never die,
With every step, a heavy stride,
Yet hope remains our constant guide.

The tears we shed, the scars we bear,
A testament to the strength we share,
In every fall, we find our grace,
In every loss, a new embrace.

So stand we must, through storm and fire,
Our spirits fueled by pure desire,
To rise above, to break the chains,
And find the peace amidst the pains.