Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;

Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;

To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;

Because from being as fragile as a particle of dust or even a piece of paper;

Can mold you into the most beautiful of sculptures;

Left to be gazed upon by people lost in wonder;

Because you grew from that stormy weather;

You became something through that rain, lightning, thunder;

And after those stormy days, the sun never shined any brighter;

Sometimes to appreciate the light, we need days as night that's darker;

To look upon and and see how've far we've come having never surrender;

And to never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer.