In the quiet whispers of the night,
When the world is cloaked in shadows,
We find our strength in silent fights,
Battling the tides of sorrow.
Through the storm’s relentless rage,
And the winds that howl with might,
We stand firm, we turn the page,
Embracing dawn’s gentle light.
Each step, a testament of grace,
Against the odds we tread,
With hope as our guiding trace,
In every tear we’ve shed.
Life’s struggles, a canvas vast,
Painted with hues of pain and glee,
Yet through it all, we rise at last,
Unbroken, wild, and free.