To The Ones Who Lead Poem by From Horhe

Life can feel like an uphill climb,
A ceaseless struggle, a test of time.
A heart full of dreams, yet burdened with care,
Walking a path that seems unfair.

No treasures to hold, no silver or gold,
Parents parting ways, stories untold.
A mother's health, a fragile thread,
And countless worries that fill your head.

Trapped in a course where passion wanes,
Bound by duty, yet yearning remains.
Eldest in line, the weight of the crown,
A quiet hero the world seldom renowns.

But oh, steadfast soul, unyielding, strong,
You've carried the weight for far too long.
Within you burns a fire so bright,
A beacon to guide through the darkest night.

To the eldest ones, this ode is for you,
The unsung warriors, noble and true.
Through sacrifice, toil, and trials steep,
Your spirit endures, your dreams run deep.

Rise, oh dreamer, let your courage unfold,
Forge a destiny that's yours to hold.
Though the world may test you, the road be tough,
You are enough—you have always been enough.

Your strength is a song, your love a light,
A star that shines in the endless night.
So soar to your dreams, break every chain,
For the eldest among us will always remain.