In the quiet dawn, I walk alone,The path of yesterday, etched in stone.Memories whisper like a gentle breeze,Guiding my heart with subtle ease.Through valleys deep and mountains high,I seek the stars in the endless sky.Dreams once scattered like autumn leaves,Now gather strength, as my spirit believes.Time weaves tales of joy and sorrow,Each moment a gift, a hope for tomorrow.The river of life flows ever wide,Carrying stories of love and pride.As the sun sets on this winding road,I find solace in the tales I’ve told.The journey unfolds with each passing day,Embracing the light that guides my way.