The storm may rage, the sky may weep,
Yet light still lingers, strong and deep.
A fire within, a whispered grace,
A hope that time cannot erase.

The road is steep, the climb is long,
But trials shape where we belong.
No night is endless, though it seems,
For dawn still blooms from shattered dreams.

The hands that tremble, bruised and torn,
Still rise again with strength reborn.
For pain will pass, and fear will fade,
When faith becomes the choice we’ve made.

So walk ahead, through dust and stone,
For you were never left alone.
A guiding force, a breath unseen,
Will light your steps where doubt has been.