In the quiet of the night, I find my sight,
A mirror to my soul, with dreams so bright,
Whispers of my heart, a gentle might,
Guiding me through shadows, into light.

The stars above, they sing my name,
In their glow, I shed my shame,
Through trials and flames, I claim my fame,
For I am the author of my own game.

With every breath, I conquer fear,
Embracing truths that once were near,
In the stillness, I see clear,
The path ahead, no longer drear.

My spirit soars, like a bird in flight,
Unbound by chains, in endless height,
This journey of self, a wondrous sight,
Forever unfolding, in the quiet of the night.