In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in soft moonlight,
I find the echoes of my past,
A journey long, a shadow cast.

Through the valleys of despair,
And mountains high with burdens rare,
I’ve walked with courage, faced my fears,
Embraced my laughter, shed my tears.

The hands of time, they mold and shape,
The child I was, the dreams I drape,
With wisdom gained and lessons learned,
Through fires fierce, my spirit burned.

Now I stand, a soul refined,
With peace of heart and tranquil mind,
Embracing all that life bestows,
In every high and every low.