In the silent echoes of the night,
Where whispers of struggle softly sigh,
The heart endures a silent fight,
Against the shadows that never die.

Beneath the weight of endless dreams,
A soul seeks light in the darkened hour,
Yet finds solace in moonlit streams,
Where courage blooms like a fragile flower.

The road is long, the path unsure,
Each step a testament to the will,
For in the depths of hardship pure,
The spirit rises, determined still.

In every tear and every scar,
A story of strength quietly unfolds,
For even in darkness, there’s a star,
That guides the weary and the bold.