In the whispers of the morning light we rise,
To face the shadows cast by unseen skies.
Dreams linger softly on the edge of dawn,
Yet vanish swiftly with the coming morn.

Through winding paths of time, we tread alone,
Seeking truths etched in the heart of stone.
The world a canvas, painted by desire,
Where hopes and fears entwine, a fragile fire.

Beneath the surface, where silence reigns,
Lies the essence of life, untouched by chains.
Reality unfolds, a tapestry of grace,
In every tear, a trace of time’s embrace.

Still, we wander in this endless quest,
To find the meaning of the heart’s unrest.
Among the echoes of what once was true,
We seek the light that breaks the morning dew.