In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams once soared with wings of light,
Failure stands, a solemn friend,
Guiding us through bends without end.

Tattered hopes like leaves in fall,
Yet in their descent, they softly call,
To rise again with strength anew,
For every dusk holds a morning hue.

The path is strewn with lessons deep,
In silent echoes where failures keep,
A treasure trove of wisdom’s grace,
In every tear, a shining trace.

So let us walk with courage bold,
Embrace the stories yet untold,
For in the shadows, light we find,
The heart grows strong, the soul refined.