Beneath the weight of countless trials, we stand,
Our hearts a forge where flames of hardship burn,
Each tear a testament to mountains climbed,
In shadows deep, our inner lights discern.
The winds of sorrow howl through nightâs embrace,
Yet in their fury, strength is often born,
For every scar upon our weary face,
Is but a mark of battles bravely worn.
The earth may tremble, skies may darken so,
But through the tempest, we become more whole,
Our spirits tempered by the ebb and flow,
Of lifeâs relentless and demanding toll.
So let us not despair when trials beset,
For in the crucible, we find our might,
The path of hardship, we shall not forget,
It is the forge that brings our souls to light.