The world is asleep while you're fueling the fire,
Climbing the rungs of a jagged desire.
It's the ache in your bones and the grit in your soul,
The steady persistence that keeps you whole.
While others are searching for shortcuts and gold,
You're carving a story that's brave and bold.
For the masterpiece isn't the trophy you hold,
But the strength of the spirit that didn't fold.
Every "not yet" is a step to a "yes,"
A lesson in patience through all of the stress.
The callouses built on the palms of your hands,
Are the foundations where your empire stands.
Don't look at the mountain, just look at your feet,
And refuse to accept the taste of defeat.
For the sun only rises because it worked through the night,
To earn the position of giving us light.
So keep pushing forward when the shadows grow long,
Your struggle is turning your heartbeat to song.
The seeds that you bury in silence and pain,
Will be the great forest that drinks in the rain.