The storm has raged, the sky turned gray,
You've walked through nights that stole the day.
Yet here you stand, though torn and worn,
A soul unbroken, battle-born.
The weight is heavy, the road is long,
But deep within, your heart beats strong.
No wound can take the light you hold,
No darkness dims a fire so bold.
So breathe, dear one, let sorrow go,
Like rivers find their way to flow.
You are still here—your strength remains,
And after storms, the sun reclaims.
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