In the quiet of the night, I search within,
To find the essence of who I am,
A soul that’s been through thick and thin,
Yet still remains, a gentle lamb.

I am the laughter in the rain,
The tears that fall in silent streams,
The joy that rises after pain,
The dreams that chase the sun’s last beams.

I am the strength in fragile lines,
The courage found in whispered fears,
The melody in unheard chimes,
The wisdom gained through countless years.

I am the story yet untold,
The chapters waiting to unfold,
A tapestry of threads of gold,
A tale of life, both young and old.