In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is asleep in its gentle embrace,
The soul awakens, whispering softly,
Bearing tales of love, pain, and grace.

It dances through the corridors of time,
A silent witness to joy and sorrow,
Painting memories on the canvas of the mind,
Weaving dreams of tomorrow.

Through the shadows and the light,
It navigates the storms within,
Seeking solace in the whispers,
Finding strength to begin again.

The soul, a timeless traveler,
Carries the essence of who we are,
A beacon of hope and resilience,
Guiding us through near and far.