My feet tread weary, on a road so long
Paved with struggles, where shadows throng
Each step a battle, each breath a test
A life of hardship, where rest is but a guest.

The sun beats down, like a hammer's blow
Wearing me down, as the days turn slow
The winds of adversity, they howl and whip
Leaving me battered, like a ship in a stormy grip.

My heart is heavy, my soul is worn
From the weight of worries, that never seem to torn the fires of doubt, they flicker and rise
Melting my resolve, like a winter's surprise.

Yet still I walk, on this winding road
Through the darkness and the pain, I've made my abode
For in the depths of struggle, I've found as park a flame of resilience, that flickers in the dark.

It's a hard life, but it's mine to own
A story of survival, etched on these bones
I'll wear my scars, like a badge of pride
For I am a warrior, who's weathered the tide.