You fell, but do not call it fate,
For wounds may heal, though never late.
The sky still waits with open hands,
A call to rise, to shift the sands.

No chain can hold what dreams ignite,
No shadow dims the inner light.
Through darkest hours, faith remains,
A whispered truth in silent veins.

Stand tall despite the weight you bear,
For strength is found within despair.
The past may whisper, beg you stay,
But wings are born of those who stray.

And when the winds demand you kneel,
Stand taller still refuse to yield.
For life was never meant to break,
But shape the soul for love’s own sake.