Etched In Time

Society is a river, flowing with voices, some rising into laws, etched in stone, while others are cast away, their whispers turned away. But before the river, before the voices, before the rules that bind and break, there was just one, one soul, one breath, one heartbeat in the quiet. So why shape yourself to fit its tides, why chase the echoes of changing winds? Live not for a world that bends and shifts, but for the fire within your soul. Be that voice, That speaks its truth. Shine your light, No permission needed. And who knows? Maybe your whispers, soft as they seem, One day will rise. Whispers to voices, bold and strong. Tales of your truth, etched into stone, woven into the fabric of time. And like those before you, your name never forgotten.