In the quiet of the morning’s light,
I see a soul both strong and bright.
With dreams that soar and hopes that gleam,
I chase the echoes of my dream.

Through the valleys of despair I’ve roamed,
Yet found a place I call my own.
Courage in my heart does swell,
Each scar a story I can tell.

The shadows of the past do fade,
As I embrace the roles I’ve played.
In every flaw, a beauty lies,
A testament to countless tries.

So here I stand, both bold and free,
An ever-growing mystery.
A canvas painted with my strife,
The artful portrait of my life.