In the quiet of the storm’s embrace,
Where shadows dance and fears take flight,
A whisper calls from deep within,
A beacon shining, steadfast and bright.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our hearts beat strong, unbroken and true,
With every step, a silent vow,
To rise again, to start anew.

When doubts encircle like raven’s cry,
And hope seems but a distant shore,
We find our strength in the smallest flame,
A light that guides forevermore.

For in our trials, we find our grace,
In every fall, a chance to mend,
With courage born from the fiercest fight,
Our spirit’s strength will never bend.