In the mirror of dawn, I see my face,
Etched with stories, time cannot erase.
Each wrinkle, a tale, each scar, a song,
A testament to where I belong.

My heart, a vessel of dreams untold,
Carving paths through valleys of gold.
With every beat, it seeks the light,
Through shadows deep, through endless night.

My mind, a canvas of thoughts so vast,
Weaving wisdom from the past.
Questions linger, answers flow,
In the dance of thoughts, I grow.

My soul, a flame that never dies,
Reaching for the boundless skies.
In the quiet moments, I find,
The essence of my heart and mind.