When the world turns its face away,
And the sky feels heavy, dull, and grey,
Stand tall, my heart, don’t bow down low,
For every storm helps a seed to grow.
Dreams are fragile, like morning dew,
They vanish fast — unless it’s you
Who dares to guard them through the night,
Who holds the flame and keeps it bright.
The road ahead may twist and bend,
It may seem dark with no known end,
But remember, strength is born from pain,
And sunshine comes after the rain.
You were never made for giving in,
Your soul was carved to fight and win.
Each scar you wear, each tear you cry,
It is proof that still, you still reach the sky.
The mountain mocks, “You can’t climb me,”
But climb, you will — just wait and see.
Step by step, your faith will guide,
And fear will fade, replaced by pride.
Every “no” you hear in life,
Every door that closes tight,
It is not an end, but a command —
To build your own with your own hands.
Success is not a gift or chance,
It’s built through falls and circumstance.
It’s waking up when dreams feel gone,
It’s whispering, “I’ll still go on.”
When doubts come creeping into your head,
And courage hides, its voice near dead,
Speak softly to your trembling soul,
“I am enough. I am whole.”
The stars don’t shine for those who wait,
They shine for hearts that challenge fate.
For those who rise when hope feels small,
And turn their weakness into a call.
One day, the world will look at you,
And say, “They made it, through and through.”
But they won’t see the nights you cried,
The battles fought, the dreams that died.
They won’t know how your hands did shake,
Or how your faith began to break,
But still, you stood through loss and pain,
You learned to dance in the rain.
The voices said, “You’re not enough,”
But you grew stronger through the rough.
You didn’t quit, you didn’t bend,
You turned your wounds into wings, my friend.
You walked alone, yet kept your flame,
And lit your path with your own name.
You learned that life won’t always care,
But still, you rose — bold, aware.
So rise again, when others rest,
When tired hearts have failed the test.
Your story’s yours — unique, divine,
A spark of God’s own grand design.
Remember this — you are the light,
You are your own and greatest fight.
You are the dream, the fire, the voice,
The proof that pain can birth a choice.
When no one claps, still play your song,
Keep walking, brave, keep walking long.
For every step is meant to be,
Another mark of victory.
Let failures be your stepping stones,
Let courage echo through your bones.
Don’t chase the crowd — just chase the truth,
For dreams belong to fearless youth.
If life is war, then love’s your shield,
If fear attacks, you never yield.
The world is vast, your time is short,
Make every breath your proud report.
When darkness calls, don’t turn away,
Just light your fire and make it stay.
The night is only testing you —
To see what strength you’ll bring to it through.
Someday your scars will shine so bright,
They’ll guide another through their night.
For that’s the secret heroes know —
To rise again, and help hearts grow.
So lift your head, don’t fear the fall,
You’ve got the power to face it all.
You are not broken — just reborn,
Through every loss, through every thorn.
And when the end seems far and wild,
Look back once more and simply smile.
For every pain, each sleepless night,
Has made you strong enough for flight.
Rise beyond the limits set,
Your story isn’t over yet.
Keep faith alive — the dream, the flame,
And let the world remember your name.
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