Life sometimes showers blessings, sometimes it takes,
It feels as though we’re puppets, bound to shadows’ stakes.
One moment, we’re lifted high, in the warmth of light’s embrace,
The next, we’re cast down low, shadows masking our face.
We stumble, we rise, with each failure we learn,
In the fire of struggle, our spirits fiercely burn.
Some give up in darkness, some push on through the night,
Clinging to the glimmers of a far-off destiny bright.
We all walk this path alone, standing tall, weathering storms,
Bearing hidden burdens, surviving life’s relentless forms.
We know our own suffering, the ache buried deep,
For none else can see the shadows we keep.
No escape from the chaos that churns through each day,
As the sun rises again, casting light in its way.
Expectations mount high, emotions buried low,
Facing it alone, while life’s shadows grow.
Time slips through my fingers, no moment to hold,
I have danced with shadows, in stories untold.
And though others may judge, they don’t truly see
The strings that bind tightly, the battles in me.
They speak as if they wield fate in their hands,
Unaware of life’s dance and its hidden demands.
For in shadows and light, we face it alone,
Standing tall in the storm, through the unknown.
One day, it will settle, the dance will be done,
The shadows will fade as I merge with the sun.
A new tale will begin, in lands far and near,
Where again I will stand, strong, unbroken, and clear.
For life’s dance continues, through night and through day,
In shadows and light, I find my own way.
And when the final bow comes, with strength I will fall,
Knowing I faced every step, alone, standing tall.
