In silence you sit, yet storms brew within,
A warrior with books where swords should have been.
Eyes on the sky, but feet in the dust,
Chasing a dream with unwavering trust.
The world may not see your daily strife,
But you’re carving your fate with a disciplined knife.
You fall, you rise, and grind some more,
While others sleep, you open one more door.
Your thoughts—like lightning, your will—like steel,
Each line you write, each fact you feel.
A thousand doubts, yet still you stand,
With courage clenched tight in your trembling hand.
You're not just chasing a rank or a post,
You're shaping a future, and that's worth the most.
So let this be known when they write your name,
You lit your path with your own burning flame.
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