In the mirror’s silent gaze, you seek,
The echoes of dreams once bright,
Yet shadows dance where light grows weak,
Whispering secrets to the night.

The stars above, they feel so near,
Yet lost in clouds, they drift away,
A heart once bold, now wrapped in fear,
Yearning for the break of day.

In endless mazes, you wander still,
Chasing ghosts of what once was,
Hoping the dawn will bring the will,
To rediscover, to pause.

Yet in the silence, a whisper calls,
A gentle voice, a guiding hand,
Reminding you, despite the falls,
You hold the power to rise and stand.