When silence falls and shadows creep,
And dreams lie tangled in your sleep,
A whisper stirs from deep within—
A voice you've known, beneath the din.
Not shaped by hands or fleeting praise,
But carved by fire through winding days,
It calls you back through doubt and dust,
To the roots of courage, love, and trust.
You're not the masks that you have worn,
Nor all the times your heart was torn.
You're not the fear that dulled your spark,
But every star that lit the dark.
You are the start before the name,
A quiet, unrelenting flame.
So breathe, stand tall, and once again—
Become the fire you’ve always been.