Rise Through the Silent Storm

In silent woods where shadows play,

The whispers come at close of day.

They tell a tale in soft array,

Of broken dreams that find their way.

The stars ignite a gentle gleam,

Through darkest hours, a fragile beam.

It guides the lost beyond the stream,

To lands reborn from hope’s own dream.

Each scar a map, each tear a guide,

A story worn with quiet pride.

The heart may break, but still inside,

A spark remains, a rising tide.

So hold the night and don’t let go,

For dawn arrives through winds that blow.

And in that light, you’ll come to know,

The strength that makes the spirit grow.

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