Wake up tired, still you try,

Clouds above, but so’s the sky.

Not every day will feel like gold,

But you’re the fire that won’t grow cold.

Doubt will whisper, let it fade,

You weren’t built to shrink or break.

Stand up shaky, that’s still strong,

One small step, you move along.

They’ll say “too much,” or “not enough,”

But you were made of tougher stuff.

No clear path? Then carve your own—

You’ve got the spark to walk alone.