In the tender dawn of lifeâs embrace,
Where dreams are spun with golden thread,
A shadow falls, a hurried race,
To bind tomorrow with words unsaid.
The garden blooms with fragile grace,
Yet petals fall before their time,
A stolen youth in a sacred place,
Where hopes are lost, a silent chime.
In eyes once bright with visions wide,
Now linger tales of what could be,
A whispered sigh, a teardrop cried,
For futures sealed too soon to see.
Yet in the heart, a fire remains,
A spark of dreams, a voice unheard,
To rise above the binding chains,
And sing anew with vibrant word.