In the quiet moments of the night,
I find whispers of who I am,
Layers of dreams and silent might,
Unfolding like a gentle program.

The past holds shadows, dark and deep,
Yet in its grasp, I learned to see,
Every stumble, every leap,
A step towards who I’m meant to be.

With every dawn, a chance to rise,
To shed the old, embrace the new,
In the mirror, my own eyes,
Reflect a soul both brave and true.

As seasons change, so do I,
In the dance of time, I find my pace,
Growing wings that long to fly,
Towards the horizon, my destined space.