Rise above the noise, the doubt, the fear,

Embrace the spark, let your spirit soar,

The future beckons, banish all despair.

The world outside, a symphony of noise,

A constant clamor, drowning out the soul,

We seek solace in the quiet, hidden joys,

And yearn to break free, and make ourselves whole.

But fear, a serpent, coils around our heart,

Whispering doubts, a chilling, icy breath,

We lose our courage, tear our dreams apart,

And succumb to shadows, facing certain death.

Rise above the noise, the doubt, the fear,

Embrace the spark, let your spirit soar,

The future beckons, banish all despair.

In every heart, a whisper takes its flight,

A yearning deep to stand apart from all,

To feel the spark of destiny’s delight,

As shadows stretch, and on our dreams we call.

From ancient scrolls, where prophets etched their truth,

To flickering stars that guide the lost at sea,

We long to seize the crown, to feel the youth,

Of moments wrapped in fate’s sweet reverie.

Rise above the noise, the doubt, the fear,

Embrace the spark, let your spirit soar,

The future beckons, banish all despair.

Yet waiting for a sign on high to shine,

We trap ourselves in shackles, frail and thin;

Time slips away, like fragile, aged wine,

And dreams confined to silence never win.