In the quiet of the morning light,
I find pieces of myself anew.
Whispers of dreams take flight,
In colors of hope, bold and true.
Through the mirror of time’s gaze,
I see a soul weathered yet bright.
Echoes of past in a gentle haze,
Painting shadows with softest light.
In the tapestry of days gone by,
Threads of laughter and tears entwine.
Each moment a star in my sky,
Guiding me through the endless line.
In the silence of the night so still,
I gather fragments of my story.
Weaving dreams with quiet will,
Embracing both the pain and glory.