If you should walk where every light has died,
And ash replaces breath upon the tongue,
Where hope lies broken, trampled, and denied,
And even prayers feel hollow when they’re sung—

Still move, though all the world conspires to chain
Your trembling heart to shadows cold and deep;
Stride on through fire, through loss, through nameless pain,
For those who halt are those the dark will keep.

Beyond the smoke, some dawn awaits the brave,
A sun unscarred by sorrow’s choking air;
No soul who crawls through hell remains a slave,
For flames reveal what truth the heart can bear.

So keep your course—though torment burns and stings,
Each step through hell may forge an angel’s wings.