Not one that seeks a place to hide,
But one of fire, strength, and grace,
Whose ancient spirit fills your space.
It wakes when storms begin to rise,
When tears have gathered in your eyes,
When fear stands tall and shadows spin,
The dragon stirs and wakes within.
Its scales are forged from battles won,
From every race you’ve had to run,
From every scar and every fall,
The dragon keeps the strength of all.
Its wings are woven out of hope,
Helping weary hearts to cope,
Lifting dreams beyond the night,
Toward distant stars and morning light.
Its breath is courage fierce and bright,
A flame that pushes back the night,
Burning doubt and fear away,
To make room for a brand-new day.
The dragon knows what you forget—
The victories your soul has met,
The mountains climbed, the seas crossed through,
The endless strength that lives in you.
So when the road grows hard to see,
And life becomes a stormy sea,
Place your hand upon your heart,
For that is where the dragons start.
Not in castles made of stone,
Not on distant thrones alone,
But in the soul where dreams begin—
There waits the dragon deep within.
And when at last your voice is heard,
More powerful than any sword,
You’ll find the truth has always been:
You were the dragon all along,
Brave of heart and fierce and strong,
Carrying your hidden fire within.
The dragon was never your enemy.
The dragon was always your strength.
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