In the mirror, reflections of gold,

Chasing shadows that never grow old.

Building castles made of shifting sand,

With every step, we tend to expand.

Oh, pride will take you high,

But watch the wings that fly too close to the sky.

When the fall comes swift and free,

You’ll find the truth, the cost of being me.

We wear masks, play the grand charade,

In the spotlight, we’re never afraid.

But beneath the surface, doubts arise,

In the echoes of our own lies.

Oh, pride will take you high,

But watch the wings that fly too close to the sky.

When the fall comes swift and free,

You’ll find the truth, the cost of being me.

Can we learn from ashes, can we find our way,

In the silence of the heart, where the shadows stay?

Let humility be our guiding light,

To break the chains that hold us tight.

Oh, pride will take you high,

But watch the wings that fly too close to the sky.

When the fall comes swift and free,

You’ll find the truth, the cost of being me.

So here’s to the journey, a life to unfold,

In the lessons of love, let our stories be told.

For in the end, it’s not about the climb,

But the wisdom we gain, within the sands of time.