In shadows deep, where hopes may stray.
The winds of doubt will brush and sway.
We climb the hills with weary feet.
Yet stumble oft, in trials we meet.
The mirror shows what’s broken there.
A face etched with both truth and care.
Within the heart, a silent plea.
To rise again and simply be.
Mistakes like stones, they dot our way.
But wisdom grows from each decay.
Though darkness falls and paths seem lost.
The soul fights on, no matter the cost.
For in the struggle, strength is born.
And pain is dusk that births the morn.
So let us walk through night and flame.
Forever chasing our own name.
To be better, to believe anew.
The journey’s end begins with true.
Hold fast the light that shines inside.
Through every fault, through every tide.
For in the striving, life is found.
A sacred hope, forever bound.

DCG

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