In the depths of darkest night, when shadows cast their might,
A heart unyielding stands, with courage in its hands.
Through storms that howl and rage, it turns another page,
And in the face of fear, its strength will reappear.

The mountains tall and steep, where secrets lie so deep,
A spirit climbs each peak, though weary and so weak.
The journey fraught with pain, yet never done in vain,
For every step it takes, a new dawn it awakes.

In valleys low and wide, where sorrows often hide,
A soul remains unbowed, beneath the heavy shroud.
It weathers every gale, refusing yet to fail,
For strength is found in truth, in never-waning youth.

So rise, O heart of fire, let hope be your attire,
With every breath and beat, let victory be sweet.
For though the path is long, and trials ever strong,
Your strength will light the way, and guide you through the day.