What if the struggle was never in vain,
But the soil where hope would rise again?
What if the tears that fell like rain
Were watering roots that break the chain?
What if the path that felt so wrong
Was leading you where you belong?
What if the silence, the doubt, the fall
Were echoes of strength after all?
What if the future holds more than pain,
A sunrise waiting beyond the strain?
What if who you're becoming now
Is the answer to every "how"?
What if you traded fear for grace,
And let belief take sorrow's place?
What if your thoughts began to bloom
And cleared the shadows from the room?
What if this moment, right here, right now,
Is the start of your becoming—somehow?
I believe so. I truly do.
The light ahead is calling you.
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