In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
I find a voice that calls to me,
Softly weaving tales of worthiness,
A gentle reminder of who I am meant to be.

Through the shadows of doubt and fear,
I walk a path that seems unclear,
Yet in each step, a light does glow,
Guiding me where I need to go.

The scars I bear, my battles won,
Are stories of strength, not to be undone,
For in my heart, a fire burns bright,
A testament to my inner might.

So I stand tall, in my own grace,
Embracing all that I must face,
The worth I seek, not far, but near,
A truth that echoes, loud and clear.