In the quiet of the night, when the world feels cold,
A fire in your chest keeps refusing to fold.
Every scar a story, every tear a fight,
You're the storm in the shadows, a beacon of light.

Through the rubble and the rain, you stand so tall,
Every time you rise, they pray you’ll fall.
But your heart beats louder, a drum in the fight,
Turning pain into power, and dark into light.

Every crack in the armor tells a tale of the fight,
Where courage was forged in the depth of the night.
The weight of the world couldn’t break your soul,
You turned every wound into something whole.

When the walls closed in, you carved your own way,
With a heart made of fire and hope’s steady flame.
No chains could hold you, no storm could remain,
You rise with the thunder, embracing the pain.

Tears of strength fall, not in defeat,
But to water the ground beneath your feet.
Each drop is a reminder of battles you’ve won,
A testament to the power of what you’ve become.

So let the tears of strength fall, cleansing and true,
Each one a reflection of the courage in you.
Through the trials and the storms, you’ve claimed your name,
A warrior of the heart, unbroken, untamed.