In the silence of the night, I hear the echoes loud,
The whispers of the world, they form a pressing shroud.
With each breath I take, the pressure seems to grow,
A burden on my shoulders, a never-ending flow.

The dreams I chase are tangled, in webs of doubt and fear,
The path is steep and winding, the end is never clear.
Yet through the storm I wander, with hope as my guide,
To break the chains that bind me, and find my place inside.

The weight of expectations, it carves deep lines within,
But I stand tall and silent, though the battle’s yet to win.
For in the heart of struggle, I find my inner might,
The strength to rise above it, and step into the light.

So let the world keep turning, with its endless demands,
I’ll face each day with courage, and dreams held in my hands.
For in the fire of pressure, I forge a brighter flame,
And in the end, I’ll conquer, and proudly speak my name.