In the silent dawn of waking thought,Where whispers of dreams softly fade,There lies the gentle reins of life,Guiding steps in paths weâve made.
With tender grace, we hold the strings,Of choices, hopes, and silent fears,Balancing heartbeats in the dance,Between the laughter and the tears.
Yet in the calm, a storm may brew,As chaos seeks to steal the helm,But in the heart of quiet strength,We steer the ship, reclaim the realm.
So let the winds of change unfold,With courage in each breath we take,For in the art of gentle hold,We find the power to create.