In a world of countless faces,
We paint our lives in varied hues,
Each stroke a tale of different paces,
A canvas filled with diverse views.
The paths we tread may seldom meet,
Yet in our hearts, we feel the beat,
Of dreams that dare to be complete,
Of voices that refuse retreat.
Though whispers oft may doubt our ways,
And shadows try to cloud our days,
We stand as bright as morning rays,
Unyielding in our unique displays.
So let us cherish who we are,
Like constellations, each a star,
Together, though we wander far,
Our differences make us bizarre.