In the quiet whispers of the night,
Echoes of struggles take their flight,
Through shadows deep and valleys wide,
We find the strength to turn the tide.

Beneath the weight of dreams unspoken,
Hearts are mended, never broken,
In every tear, a lesson learned,
In every fall, a fire burned.

Time weaves its thread with gentle hand,
Guiding us through shifting sands,
With every step, a story told,
Of courage found and futures bold.

So rise again, with spirits high,
Embrace the storms, beneath the sky,
For in the struggle lies the grace,
To find our place, our own true space.