When the world falls silent, some eyes remain awake, Watching through darkness, every fear, every break. In quiet battles, your spirit learns to rise, Becoming its own light beneath endless skies.

Some nights feel heavier than others. When the world sleeps, you lie awake with thoughts you never say out loud, replaying mistakes, chasing what could’ve been, fighting battles no one sees. But in that quiet, something inside you grows clearer stronger. And by morning, you rise softer… but sharper.