In the quiet moments before the dawn,
When the night feels endless and hope seems gone,
There lies a path, unseen but near,
Where the soul must walk without fear.

With every step, a question stirs:
Who am I beneath the world’s murmurs?
Beneath the masks that I’ve worn so long,
Where is the heart that beats so strong?

The journey begins, with no map in hand,
Across deserts of doubt and shifting sand,
Through forests thick with tangled vines,
Where every tree whispers ancient signs.

Along the way, the winds will howl,
They’ll call your name, make you question how
You’ve come so far, yet seem so lost,
Every lesson bearing its hidden cost.

But keep moving, for the road is wide,
And the stars will guide you from the sky.
Each misstep a teacher, each fall a grace,
As you find your rhythm, your rightful place.

You’ll stumble upon rivers clear and cold,
Where truths are told in whispers bold.
You’ll hear your voice in the rustling leaves,
As the earth itself starts to breathe.

In the mountain’s shadow, sharp and tall,
You’ll learn to rise after every fall.
For strength is found in every scar,
In every dream you’ve followed far.

And when the summit looms ahead,
With skies of fire and clouds of red,
You’ll stand in awe of the life you’ve grown,
The battles fought, the seeds you’ve sown.

For though the journey may test your soul,
It’s in the breaking that you’ll become whole.
The doubts, the fears, the nights alone,
Were the stepping stones to your heart’s throne.

So walk on, with head held high,
Under the vast and open sky.
The path you seek is your own to find,
Woven deep in heart and mind.

And when you stand at journey’s end,
You’ll see yourself as more than friend—
You’ll be the warrior, the dreamer, the guide,
With the universe forever at your side.

© WarriorWithin