In the heart of the silent storm,
Where shadows dance with fierce delight,
A whisper calls, both soft and warm,
Guiding the lost through endless night.

It speaks of strength in the unseen,
Of battles fought within the soul,
Where courage blooms in fields of green,
And fear surrenders to the whole.

With every step on paths unknown,
The spirit rises, bold and true,
In moments where the seeds are sown,
A quiet power breaks through.

So heed the call of whispered might,
For in its echo lies the way,
To find the dawn within the night,
And let the courage light the day.