In a world where time should dance,
Dreams are stolen in a hurried glance.
Childhood whispers fade away,
As early vows take center stage.
The morning sun bears witness,
To promises made in innocence.
A life not yet fully lived,
Bound by rings and expectations.
The heart yearns for freedom’s song,
Yet silence reigns where dreams belong.
In shadows cast by hurried choices,
Echoes of lost childhood voices.
May hope find its gentle way,
To those who seek another day.
Where youth can blossom, free and bright,
Unfettered by the weight of night.