In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance upon the wall,
I find the strength to stand alone,
Embracing all, yet none at all.

A myriad paths beneath my feet,
Each one a thread of my own weave,
In solitude, I hear the beat,
Of a heart that’s free to believe.

The world may try to shape my soul,
With voices loud and visions clear,
Yet in the silence, I am whole,
A tapestry of dreams held dear.

Through storms and calm, I walk unbound,
A symphony of light and shade,
In the echoes of my own sound,
I find the self that won’t degrade.