In the quiet of dawn, a whisper calls,
Beckoning my heart to roam,
Through winding roads and distant walls,
To find a place to call home.

The sun rises over unfamiliar skies,
Painting dreams in shades of gold,
Each step a promise, no more goodbyes,
As new stories eagerly unfold.

The echoes of past linger softly still,
Yet the future sings a brighter song,
With courage drawn from an iron will,
I find the strength to belong.

In this new world, I plant my dreams,
With roots that reach the stars above,
In every corner, possibility gleams,
As I embrace this land with love.