They walk where shadows linger,
Where paths are torn and wild,
With steady hands and quiet fire,
They meet each test, each trial.

No guide but inner compass,
No map but grit and mind,
They shape the stone, they bend the wind,
No easier path to find.

Each problem is a teacher,
Each failure, just a door,
They carve their life from marble dark,
And rise to something more.

The world may turn and tremble,
Yet they remain, unbowed,
For in the art of solving,
They’ve built themselves a shroud.