Whispers of Destiny

In shadows deep, where dreams are frail,

A spirit yearns, its heart set sail.

From humble rags, it yearns to rise,

To touch the stars, to claim the skies.

Through trials fierce, it forges on,

A silent promise, a hope reborn.

With every step, a path unfolds,

From barren plains to realms untold.

Through cobblestone streets, it finds its way,

Where destiny weaves a grand display.

The scars it bears, the trials endured,

Shall pave the path to dreams assured.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,

It labours on, in silent praise.

With grit and grace, it claims its due,

From rags to riches, a tale anew.

With every dawn, a promise bright,

That life can change, that all is right.

The heart that yearned, now soars on high,

From depths of despair to endless sky.

For riches not in gold alone,

But in the strength a heart has known.

From rags to riches, a soul's ascent,

A testament to life well spent.