Rise Above

In the quiet hours before the dawn, When the world is hushed, and hope seems gone, A whisper stirs within the soul, A call to rise, to seek the goal. Through storms that rage and nights so long, We find our strength, we grow more strong. In every fall, in every tear, Lies the courage to face our fear. The path is rough, the climb is steep, But dreams are sown in hearts that keep The fire alive, the spirit bright, To chase the darkness, embrace the light. For in the struggle, we are made, In every scar, a victory laid. So rise, dear heart, and onward move, For life's true worth is in the groove Of each small step, of each bold try, In the reaching out, in the aim so high. Let not the shadows dim your sight, For you are forged in the fiercest light. And when the morning sun does break, You'll find your strength was no mistake. In every challenge, every test, You've risen above, and found your best.