From the Ashes of Heart, We Rise

Though hearts may shatter, torn apart,

From shattered fragments, strength will start.

In trials deep, where shadows creep,

A soul, undaunted, shall not sleep.

The storm may rage, the winds may howl,

Yet in the tempest, we’ll not cower.

For every wound, a lesson lies,

A brighter dawn beyond dark skies.

What once was broken, now shall mend,

For through the storm, we find the end.

From fallen dreams, new hope will grow,

A strength unknown, yet all aglow.

The past may haunt with bitter cries,

But in the dark, the spirit flies.

For in the depths of deepest night,

There blooms a courage, burning bright.

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Do not let grief define thy soul,

For in the cracks, the heart feels whole.

Though bruised, the spirit shall remain,

And rise again from past's refrain.

When paths are blocked, and doors are sealed,

The soul’s true strength shall be revealed.

For what is lost shall be replaced,

By courage firm, and steadfast grace.

So rise, and let not sorrow bind,

For joy awaits the steadfast mind.

In every loss, a lesson’s learned,

Through every trial, the heart is turned.

From every wound, new strength will rise,

To reach beyond the darkened skies.

And in the end, the soul shall find,

The peace that flows from a steadfast mind.