In the quiet of the morning, when the shadows start to fade,
I find myself reflecting on the choices that I’ve made.
Paths I’ve wandered, dreams I’ve shattered, moments lost in time,
Echoes of the past remind me of the mountain I must climb.

I may fall, but I’ll rise again,
Take a little time, let the healing begin.
Life goes on, with its twists and turns,
No guarantees, just hope that burns.
In the heart of the storm, I’ll find my calm,
On and on, I’ll keep holding on.

Through the veil of disappointment, where the tears and sorrows flow,
I see the light of morning, in the seeds that I will sow.
Every scar a story, every wound a lesson learned,
In the dance of life, it’s in the falling that we turn.

Through the darkness and the doubt, I’ll find the strength within,
In the silence, I’ll hear whispers of where I’ve been.
With every breath, a promise, with every heartbeat, song,
In the journey of becoming, I’ll find where I belong.

I may fall, but I’ll rise again,
Take a little time, let the healing begin.
Life goes on, with its twists and turns,
No guarantees, just hope that burns.
In the heart of the storm, I’ll find my calm,
On and on, I’ll keep holding on.

In the end, it’s not the falling, but the rising from the ground,
It’s the strength to keep on living, in the love that we have found.
On and on, through every season, with the hope that never dies,
I’ll keep moving, keep believing, beneath these endless skies.