My hair’s turned to silver, not scorched by the sun,
Its shine shaped by lessons, a crown it has won.
Life’s wisdom has woven this glow in my hair,
A prize that I carry, so radiant, so fair.
My wrinkles aren’t failures, no sorrow they bring,
They’re etched by my labor, by love’s gentle sting.
My heart holds its fire, its spirit still soars,
With strength ever-growing, it opens new doors.
Why lean on what others might offer or give?
We’ll conquer our troubles, with boldness we live.
No fear can restrain us, no doubts make us pause,
We rise to life’s challenge, with hearts full of cause.
What joys fuel your triumphs, what victories cheer?
Age’s truth may linger, yet time’s always near.
Each moment’s a flicker, a brief, fleeting phase,
Yet life’s flame burns fiercely through all of our days.
No hero will save us, no path will be shown,
We’ll carve our own journey, with dreams we have grown.
Our eyes gleam like starlight, ablaze in the night,
With hopes ever kindled, we chase life’s pure light.
Be bold, be you—let your spirit break free,
Defy every limit, write your own decree.
With courage as armor, your truth as your guide,
Live fierce, live unyielding, with joy as your stride.
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