In the mirror of my soul, I find,
Echoes of the past, intertwined,
With dreams that dance on the edge of time,
In silent whispers, my heart aligns.
The scars of old, like ancient rhymes,
Sing softly in the nightâs embrace,
Guiding my steps with gentle chimes,
Through shadows where I find my place.
Hope rises with the morning sun,
A melody of light and grace,
Inviting me to face the dawn,
With courage to embrace the race.
In every rhyme, a story told,
Of love and loss, of fear and flight,
Within myself, I find the gold,
In endless verses, my soul ignites.