Amidst the shadows' embrace, when weariness creeps,
Yet I stand strong, as my spirit leaps.
Through trials and strife, I stand tall,
A relentless heart, refusing to fall.

The battle may rage, a relentless storm,
Yet within me, a strength takes form.
Tired, yes, but the fight persists,
In every step, my courage insists.

With every breath, a whisper of might,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
In weariness, resilience is found,
A silent strength, profound.

So, rest if I must, in the arms of sleep,
But I'll wake renewed, my resolve to keep.
For in the echoes of my tireless plea,
A warrior's spirit, forever free.
© Potatocalomil