In the shadows of the weary night,
Where whispers of the past reside,
The heart seeks solace in the fight,
Against the tides of fear and pride.

Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The soul endures, though tears may cry,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.

The winds may howl, the rain may fall,
Yet hope ignites a distant call,
For in the struggle, standing tall,
We find the strength to conquer all.

When dawn breaks through the darkest veil,
And dreams once lost begin to sail,
The spirit rises, never frail,
Embracing light where shadows pale.