In the dawn of my silent reverie,
I trace the footprints of my past,
Each step a story, a whispered memory,
A tapestry woven, a journey vast.
Through valleys of doubt and peaks of hope,
I walk with dreams that light my way,
Guided by stars that teach me to cope,
In the night that turns to day.
In the chorus of laughter and silent tears,
I find the rhythm of my soulâs song,
A melody sung through the years,
A dance where I truly belong.
As the sun sets on each passing day,
I gather the moments, the lessons learned,
For in this path, come what may,
A life of beauty, forever turned.