now, we soldier on.
In the quiet hours, when shadows fall,
Dreams whisper softly, beckoning a call.
Step by step, through the fog and the strife,
Each moment a thread, weaving tapestry of life.
Stumbling hearts, they gather strength anew,
Resilience rises in the morning dew.
With every challenge, like stones in the stream,
Flowing forward, igniting the dream.
So we navigate the winding road,
Carrying hopes, lightening the load.
In the dance of persistence, we find our way,
On the path of becoming, where we choose to stay.