In the quiet hours of night’s deep sigh,
We learn the truths that make us fly.
Not in the books, nor carved in stone,
But in the heart’s pulse, deeply known.
A step, a stumble, a rise once more,
Life is the teacher behind each door.
The scars we bear, the tears we shed,
Are paths we tread, where wisdom’s led.
Patience speaks in moments still,
While time’s soft hands shape iron will.
Love once lost, but found anew,
Teaches the strength to see things through.
In silence, we grow, in pain, we heal,
In fleeting moments, life’s truths reveal.
Not written in ink, but felt in the soul,
Life’s whispered lessons make us whole.
