Through thunder’s roar and sky’s dark frown,
When tides rise high to drag me down,
I cling to hope, though sails are torn—
A stubborn spark in the heart of storm.
Waves may batter, winds may jeer,
Yet still I row through doubt and fear.
No map, no star to guide my craft,
Only faith to build my raft.
And when the dawn breaks soft and wide,
The sea grows calm, the clouds subside.
I find my strength was forged, not lost—
A soul made steady by the tempest crossed.
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