In the shadow of a whispered sigh,
Where the echo of the soul feels tired and shy,
There’s a fire in the chest that’s never forgot,
A shining spark that’s always sought.

Life, like plastic flowers that gleam,
Seems so lovely, just a fleeting dream,
It sparkles on the surface, lacking sun and rain,
Empty in essence, lost in its chain.

When the world feels distant and cold,
And laughter drowns in a river of old,
Remember in silence, deep and profound,
Lives a heartbeat that stirs the ground.

You are more than the shadow of fear,
More than the echo of voices unclear,
Within you lies a light that won’t fade,
A strength that moves and won’t be swayed.

Like a ceramic plant, fragile yet...