Onwards I go, though shadows may speak,
Their echoes are loud, but their footing is weak,
Upwards I climb past doubt and disdain,
Through whispers of loss and echoes of pain!

For every harsh word that tries to confine,
Builds strength in the will I know to be mine,
The sky does not bend to voices below,
It widens for those who rise as they go!

So let them speak — I will not stay down,
Their noise fades out as I leave the ground,
Onwards, upwards — steady and true,
The path is mine, and the view is new!