In the mirror’s quiet gaze,
A soul seeks its own name,
Through layers of forgotten days,
It searches in silent claim.
Shadows dance in twilight’s fold,
Echoes of what once was lost,
Stories in whispers told,
Finding warmth in the frost.
Threads of dreams intertwine,
Weaving tales of who we are,
A tapestry of the divine,
Guiding us from afar.
In the depths of the heart’s embrace,
Lies the truth of our own song,
In every line, in every trace,
We learn where we belong.