The road was long, the night was deep,
A climb too steep for dreams to keep.
Each step a burden, each breath a plea,
For strength I couldn't seem to see.

The winds were sharp, the storms were fierce,
They cut through hope and doubt would pierce.
I stumbled hard, I fell alone,
With no clear path, just the unknown.

But still, a spark—though faint—remained,
A quiet...