I close my ears from the words of vain,

This time it's just me who has the last say.

In trials' grasp, where shadows loom,

The hidden lights begin to bloom.

Through storm and rain, our roots extend,

Finding the strength, where the branches bend.

In the darkest of nights, the stars align,

Within the struggle, that we define

A beauty forged in tears and strife,

The precious heartbeats of our life.

Courage and resilience is what is needed

In order to break through the shackles of the unheeded.