Upon the jagged cliffs of strife,
Where failure whispers, halting life,
The weary soul begins to climb,
Through storms of doubt and sands of time.
Each stumble bears the weight of pain,
Yet seeds of strength take root again.
For in the shadow of defeat,
Resilience blooms beneath our feet.
The sweat of toil, the price we pay,
Transforms the night into the day.
With calloused hands and spirit worn,
We shape the dreams for which we’re born.
Success, a beacon, far but near,
Calls through the echoes of our fear.
It waits beyond the path so steep,
Where courage wakes from failure’s sleep.
And when at last the summit’s nigh,
We see the world through clearer eyes.
Each scar becomes a badge we wear,
A testament to trials we bear.
The rewards of labor, sweet and true,
Are not just gold or skies of blue—
But strength, unyielding, forged by fire,
And the heart that braved its own desire.
So climb, though falls may steal your breath,
For triumph lies beyond regret.
Through failure’s veil, success shall gleam,
The hard-won crown of every dream.
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