Sometimes, our background tells the story,
Of battles fought in silence, without glory.
It’s the reason we rise, time after time,
No matter how steep the mountain we climb.
When life throws storms, we hold on tight,
Because giving up isn’t in our sight.
We carry dreams born in struggle and pain,
For those who believe we’ll break the chain.
Our footprints are a guide to someone else,
A path of hope where their doubts once dwelled.
Every step we take lights the way,
For those who follow, to find their day.
Our scars are beauty marks, bold and true,
Of wars we conquered and battles we knew.
They tell the story of strength and grace,
Of rising again, no matter the place.
So, when you see us, know this truth:
We are the pillars, the bridge, the proof.
The hope for many who silently pray,
That their tomorrow will be better than today.
We can’t afford to fall, to quit, to give up,
Because others find courage in the steps we take.
Our journey is heavy, but it’s not in vain
We’re building a legacy that will remain.
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