In the garden of dawn, where dreams take flight,
We danced with shadows, in the soft moonlight,
Faces of youth, painted with endless delight,
Growing up was a whisper, gentle and bright.
Through corridors of change, we wandered free,
Every step a lesson, in life’s grand decree,
Faces evolved, like leaves on a tree,
Growing up meant finding, who we were meant to be.
In the tapestry of years, we stitched our name,
With threads of laughter, and moments of fame,
Faces of courage, in love’s tender flame,
Growing up was a journey, never the same.
Now in the twilight, with wisdom’s embrace,
We look back at the paths, that time did trace,
Faces of yesteryears, in memory’s place,
Growing up was a symphony, a beautiful grace.