In the heart of the storm’s embrace,
Where shadows dare to dance and play,
A silent strength begins to trace,
The path where dreams will find their way.

Through whispered fears and echoed doubt,
A fire burns with gentle grace,
It speaks without a single shout,
Yet moves the mountains from their place.

The winds may howl, the night may fall,
Yet within, a beacon glows bright,
A power that stands firm and tall,
Guiding through the darkest night.

In every soul, this light resides,
An unyielding force, pure and true,
With courage, it gently guides,
The spirit to rise, to renew.