In the quiet dawn where shadows play,
A whisper of strength begins to rise,
Through valleys deep and mountains gray,
A soul unbroken, reaching skies.

With every storm that tests the will,
The heart finds courage to endure,
In silent battles, standing still,
A force unseen, yet strong and pure.

Beneath the weight of life’s embrace,
Emerges light from darkest night,
In every tear, a gentle grace,
A beacon shining ever bright.

For strength is not in shouts or cries,
But in the calm of whispered dreams,
In rising each time the spirit dies,
And finding hope in silent streams.