In the heart of the tempest, where shadows dance,
A spirit stands unbroken, in a timeless trance.
Through torrents of sorrow, through rivers of pain,
It rises, resilient, again and again.

The night may be long, the darkness profound,
Yet in every silence, a whisper is found.
A promise of dawn, a glimmer of light,
The heart beats steady, ready to fight.

With every fall, it gathers more might,
In the crucible of trials, it burns so bright.
Each scar a testament, each wound a tale,
Of battles fought bravely, where many would fail.

The spirit endures, with unwavering grace,
In the mirror of time, it finds its place.
Resilience etched deep, in every breath,
A dance with life, a defiance of death.