In the quiet dawn, her heart awakes,
A gentle whisper the morning breaks,
Yet in the silence, echoes remain,
Of a fatherâs love, now turned to pain.
The door once opened to stories told,
Now closed with secrets left to unfold,
A daughter searches the skies above,
For traces of a forgotten love.
The stars hold memories, silent and deep,
Where dreams of laughter and comfort sleep,
She holds onto moments, tender and true,
A bond unbroken, though out of view.
In the shadows, her strength will grow,
With every tear, a river will flow,
Yet in her heart, a light shines bright,
Guiding her through the endless night.