In shadows of a past undone, I lay the former self to rest, A fleeting echo on the run, A ghost in silence, unconfessed. From embers of the dusk I rise, To weave new stories in the night, In scars the truth of wisdom lies, To forge a path with clearer sight. The mirrors shatter and reform, A mosaic of the dreams untold, In chaos we find the norm, In new embraces leave the old. A whisper of the night's refrain, Emerges in the morning light, From ashes brewed in tempest's rain, A soul reborn in fearless flight.