In the dawn of life, where dreams take flight,
A world of hope, both day and night.
The heart is tender, the spirit free,
As we dance with possibilities.

The laughter echoes down the halls,
In whispered secrets and phone calls.
Friendships bloom and sometimes fade,
In the garden of youth, where memories are made.

The shadows come, as doubts arise,
Lost in mazes, seeking skies.
Yet through the tears, we find our way,
Growing stronger day by day.

With every step, a lesson learned,
In the fires of youth, our spirits burned.
Teenage years, a fleeting phase,
A tapestry of nights and days.