Shout out to the hearts still brave,
Who rise each day, who ride each wave.
To those who stumble, yet still stand,
Who reach for grace with trembling hand.
To the ones who try to stay,
To meet the dawn, to find their way.
Who hold on tight, then learn to let—
Who carry hope and soft regret.
To those who seek a steady flow,
Who learn to bend, who learn to grow.
Who try new paths, new truths, new light,
Who fight the urge to flee the night.
I see you there, beneath the strain,
Still dancing softly in the rain.
I'm with you now, I feel it too—
This quiet strength that pulls us through.
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