In the silence of the night so deep,
Where restless souls no longer sleep,
The struggle whispers, soft but clear,
A battle fought with every tear.It’s in the steps, unsure yet bold,
In stories left untold,
In moments lost between the lines,
In dreams that crumble over time.Yet through the darkness, faint but bright,
A flicker grows, a spark of light.
For struggle shapes the heart and mind,
A treasure hidden, hard to find.And when the road seems long and cold,
The struggle, fierce, begins to mold.
It bends, it breaks, but never ends,
Until the soul, like steel, transcends.So rise with strength, embrace the fight,
For struggle births the truest might.
With every fall, a lesson learned,
In every scar, a victory earned.
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