You are a victor.

In the darkest nights,
Light will blow,
In the stormy nights,
The seas, oceans will calm. 
In the hottest dry lands, 
The mighty rain will pour. 
         And when it'll happen,
         The thirsty souls will be quenched,
The empty pots will fill,
The faded smiles will plaster,
And laughter will be heard from the hilltops. 
Time will come,
You will harvest,
For you are a víctor.