Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.

With hearts scarred, yet still aglow,
They've faced darkness, and made it through the woe,
Each step a testament to their might,
A soul resilient, shining in the night.

Through the shadows, they've found their way,
And emerged stronger, come what may,
Their spirit unbroken, pure and bright,
A beacon of hope, in the dark of night.