Where Dreams Don't Die

Beneath the stars, I laid my head,

Chasing echoes the moonlight said.

A heart once bruised still dares to try,

In broken wings, I learned to fly.

The world was cruel, but I stayed kind,

In storms, I shaped a braver mind.

They laughed, they left, they passed me by,

But still I rose, I touched the sky.

Hope whispers soft through silent nights,

A candle holding back the fights.

I fell, I bled, but didn’t stay—

I rose again in my own way.

Now here I stand with lifted eyes,

Proof that dreams don’t ever die.

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