The Mark of No End**  

Upon his hand, a mark remains,  
A story carved through trials and pains.  
Not of weakness, nor of fall,  
But proof he’s risen through it all.  

The road was steep, the nights were long,  
Yet still, he moved—his heart was strong.  
Through raging winds and burning skies,  
He stood with fire in his eyes.  

Each scar, each wound, a lesson learned,  
Each loss, a flame in passion burned.  
He fought, he rose, he walked ahead,  
With dreams unyielding, never dead.  

There is no end—no final page,  
No cage to hold, no fear to wage.  
For every step, another starts,  
A journey carved in fearless hearts.  

The mark he bears, a symbol true,  
That strength and hope will push him through.  
No walls remain he cannot bend,  
For he is bound to *never end.