In the mirror of the morning light,
I find reflections of my dreams;
Shadows of a youthful fight,
And whispers of old, silent screams.
Beneath the skin, beneath the bone,
Lies a heart both tender and strong;
A spirit thatâs wandered and grown,
Through lifeâs symphonic song.
In the solitude of midnightâs embrace,
My mind wanders to distant lands;
Seeking solace in a familiar place,
Where time slips through my hands.
From the ashes of yesteryears,
Rises a phoenix of resilient grace;
A testament to conquered fears,
And the endless journey I still chase.