Childhood whispers fade away,
In the rush of days gone by.
Dreams of innocence, once so bright,
Now lost beneath the sky.

Hands once small now reach for stars,
Faces change, and hearts mature.
The world demands we grow too fast,
Leaving traces pure.

Moments cherished, fleeting quick,
Shadows of our past.
We race against the ticking clock,
In a journey so vast.

Through the years, we learn to see,
The beauty in the flight.
Though growing up comes way too fast,
We find our strength, our light.