In the heart of the storm, where shadows loom,
A soul stands firm, refusing to succumb.
Through trials fierce and nights so long,
It finds the strength to carry on.

The winds may howl, the skies may weep,
Yet deep within, a fire does keep.
A beacon bright, a guiding light,
Through darkest hour, it burns so bright.

With every fall, it rises anew,
A testament to what is true.
For every scar, a story told,
Of battles fought and courage bold.

So let the tempest rage and roar,
This spirit stands, forevermore.
Unbroken, strong, and full of grace,
A symbol of the human race.