When shadows lift and darkness dies,
You may not grasp the how or why.
You won’t recall each tear, each scar,
The nights you wondered who you are.

The winds howled fierce, the skies turned grey,
Hope felt fragile, swept away.
Thunder roared, and doubts took flight,
Yet still—you stood, you faced the night.

You might forget the sleepless cries,
The wilted dreams, the shattered skies,
The whispers lost in pouring rain,
The silent echoes of your pain.

And even then, you may not know
If the storm...