Beneath the stars where whispers weave,
Our paths are drawn by fate’s own sleeve.
In shadows deep, our stories lie,
Entwined with dreams the night doth tie.
The winds of chance, they softly call,
Guiding hearts to rise or fall.
Through mist and dawn, the echoes play,
A tapestry of night and day.
Oh, destiny, in silence speaks,
Through moments lost, and futures seek.
In every tear and every smile,
Lies the journey of a thousand miles.
Embrace the dance, the gentle sway,
Of unseen threads that light our way.
For in the hands of fate we trust,
To weave the story of all of us.