In the depths of night, where shadows reign,
A spark of light begins its fight,
Through trials harsh and endless pain,
It rises, fierce, a beacon bright.

When storms assail and tempests rage,
The heart stands firm, unbroken, true,
Each scar and wound, a noble page,
Of battles fought and courage grew.

With every fall, it learns to rise,
Embracing scars as marks of pride,
For in the ashes, strength lies,
A testament to the spirit inside.

So let the world throw what it will,
The unyielding heart shall not refrain,
For in its core, a fire still,
Burns ever bright, through joy and pain.