In the quiet morning light, I stand,
A mirror reflects a familiar face,
Lines of stories etched by time’s hand,
Yet there’s a gentle, unyielding grace.
Eyes that have seen both storm and calm,
Carry the depth of countless dreams,
In their gaze, a soothing balm,
A universe where hope always gleams.
With every breath, a song of peace,
Whispered gently by the soul’s embrace,
In solitude, I find release,
A dance of joy, an inner space.
The world may turn with voices loud,
Yet in my heart, a silent cheer,
For I am proud and I am proud,
To be myself, to hold me dear.