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When morning breaks and doubts arise,

Lift your gaze beyond the skies.

Not every day will start out strong,

But still, your heart must beat along.

Fear will whisper, cold and low,

But courage answers, “Let me grow.”

The path is steep, the ground may slide,

Yet greatness walks where fears reside.

No hero rose from beds of ease,

Nor victory from gentle breeze.

It's forged in storms, in battles grim,

In moments where the light grows dim.

Stand when others choose to fall,

Be the one who dares stand tall.

Each scar you bear is proof you tried,

A silent scream that never died.

The world may jeer, the crowd may mock,

But you are not some ticking clock.

You write your time, you make your mark,

You strike the flint that lights the spark.

For every door that slammed your face,

Build ten more with quiet grace.

Let failure teach, not shame your soul—

It's but a stepping stone to goal.

The mirror holds your fiercest foe,

But also strength you’ve yet to know.

Beneath the weight of all your past,

A stronger you is built to last.

Dreams don't wait for perfect days,

They bloom in dust, in lost hallways.

So rise again, despite the ache,

The world is yours—it's yours to take.

The finish line is not the end,

Each start you take, each rule you bend—

They shape the fire within your chest,

That drives you on and won’t let rest.

Doubt may visit, let it pass,

You're not some shadowed shard of glass.

You're forged like steel through flame and fight,

A storm of will, a bolt of light.

Speak truth when silence fills the air,

And walk with purpose through despair.

Let no one say you didn’t try,

Or lived your life just getting by.

Each breath you take is still a choice,

So raise your hands, and raise your voice.

The world may not yet know your name—

But stars were born the very same.

One step, one fight, one more begin—

The climb is hard, but so is within.