In the stillness of the night, I ponder,
Am I enough to conquer the thunder?
The echoes of doubt, they linger and stay,
Whispering fears that wonât go away.
The mirror reflects a face so unsure,
Behind the eyes, a soul obscure,
Seeking solace in the silent plea,
Am I enough? Can I ever be free?
In the crowd, I stand alone,
A heart heavy as if made of stone,
The world spins with its endless grace,
But I feel lost, out of place.
Yet in the depths of the shadow’s hue,
A flicker of hope begins to renew,
Perhaps in flaws, there lies a key,
To unlock the strength inside of me.